Give me Teddy Lupin who does not and has never given a shit about gender roles. Give me five-year-old Teddy practically living in his favorite tutu. Give me eight-year-old Teddy deciding to be Rapunzel for Halloween and making his hair really, really, really long. Give me eleven-year-old Teddy showing up at Hogwarts with sparkly painted nails and eyeliner. Give me fifteen-year-old Teddy taking ballet classes over the summer and having the best time ever. Give me twenty-year-old Teddy who never thinks a grown man can’t cry or watch cheesy romantic comedies, because Harry always made sure he knew better.