"Gra- Granma?" Teddy said. Andromeda was looking down on him sternly.

"Young man, we need to talk," she said, handing him a piece of paper.

"Oh," Teddy said, and blushed crimson when he realised what it was. "You- you haven't read it, have you?"

Andromeda snorted. "I'm afraid I have."

"It's... err, don't take it seriously, it's just a kind of game you see-"

"I can't believe your spelling and grammar can be this bad!" She interrupted.

That's when Teddy realised that there were red ink all over the paper, barring and correcting words. And there were annotations in the margin.

"It was a draft," he mumbled.

"And I can't approve of your choice of subject."

"Ah, well, err... you see..."

"Legolas belongs with Gimli! Haven't you read the books?"

"Eh?" Teddy said.