Victorie and Teddy 2

2:57 AM
“Man that girl can study” teddy whispered to himself. He loomed over a beautiful girl, with long gorgeous crimson hair, and pale piercing blue eyes, a long body that hanged over each side of the arm chair. Her freckles seemed dimmed in the fire light, her whole face seemed slightly lifted in a deep sleep. Her breathing was steady and slow, rhythmic. Teddy could have listened to it all night. Around Vicotire Weasly were books, and pieces of parchment, the amount almost humorous, she was sleeping on a potion book, her charms clutched in her hand, holding a page, her herbology book under her book, her defense againt the dark arts essays scattered the floor next to a bubbling cauldron. A dull thud coming from a trunk at her feet. He read the label.
Caution- Boggart, please return to Professor Aerist
“Why are you playing with boggarts Victorie?” He whispered, smiling down at her. Her lips seem to quiver when Teddy noticed what she was wearing. Victorie was dressed in a tiny tank top with the emblazment of the lion on it, with short shorts. Her reading glasses were tilted, her hair seemed angelically perfect, every curl seemed to compliment her. Her freckles shined with the fire, her whole image beautiful, slim figure. Teddy snapped his head away from her, towards the parchment on the floor, he carefully counted eleven folded essays, one incompleted. He picked it up, reading the title carefully
Ways to identify the nature of Full Moon Werewolves
It was blank, only for a few scribbles in the middle
Ask mini- Lupin
Teddy smiled down at the parchment.
“You were thinking of me weren’t you Victorie?” Teddy whispered, brushing one stray hair from her face. He picked her up softly, walking up the winding staircase. He faced the door, “Open” He demanded, the door opened magically, Teddy stepped gently into the girls dormitory, he stepped gently, caressing her head to his shoulder. Her bed, her section was tinier then the others, her canopies draped down, a poster of her favorite quidditch player zooming around the field. With a tiny dresser, covered in awards, ribbons, hair accessories, a picture of her with her family, Bill and Fluer waving at him silently
“My parents knew them both” He whispered “My father died in his care” He almost laughed “And now I’m almost in love with their daughter, and she doesn’t even know my name” He frowned as he watched his reflection, his hair changing from a deep blood red, to a blue, sadness. He finally set Victorie down, smiling at her peaceful image. He knelt besides her, stroking her hair repeatedly, he carefully kissed her forehead. He left the dormitory swiftly, going down to the common room. He picked up the books, putting them in a stack on top of the rumbling trunk, he picked up the essay, and slumped down in the same comfy chair, picking up a quill and ink. He gave a long sigh, massaging his temples.
“That girl will be the death of me I swear” He smiled, starting to write

When it began.

Victorie and Teddy #1

“Gryffindor”
“Gryffindor”
“Gryffindor”
Victorie Weasley could still hear the roar of applause, the beautiful view from her dorm windows. Her first train ride to Hogwarts, her first Butterbeer, being the last one with her feather in the air, though the first one to ride the hippogriffs, her first time seeing the threstrals, and her godfather, harry potter, the boy that lived.
“See you in a few weeks Vicky” Her friends shouted at her, the winter break had finally come, her whole entire body raced with festivity, snow caught in her hair and she pranced towards the common room for last minute items, her new crimson robe seem to glitter like her hair, with her bright blue eyes and pale skin, such a unusal beautiful combination from her father Bill, and her French Veela mother, Fluer Delacor, Her whole body seemed so graceful as she ran faster and faster Her owl, Apollo seemed more anxious as his talons sank deeply into her cloak. Victorie sighed as she let him down off her shoulder.
“Go on, run home” She commanded, stopping for a brush of air
The bird took off for the burrow, his wings in a frenzy
“Stupid bird” She mumbled after it, starting to run again
“I couldn’t agree more” A voice confirmed. Victorie turned to see a handsome boy across the abandoned courtyard, not bothering to look up from his book, his wispy brown hair seemed to cover most of his face though his identity clearly already shown by the scars across his hands, and his tattered clothing. Teddy Lupin sat politely, eating a apple silently. Victorie stopped in her tracks, anxious for adventure.
“Are you talking to me?” She questioned, silently putting a hand around her wand inside her robe
“Oh no, I was talking to the person behind you” He smiled sacarsticaly, “My name is Teddy, Griffindor Prefect, Quidditch Beater. You can put that wand of yours away you silly girl” He said, flashing a quick fang toothed smiled.
“Victorie Weasly, Griffindor Prefect, Quidditch captain and seeker” She held out a hand
“Trying to outdo me Weasly?” He questioned, smiling his fang teeth menacing, he closed his lips carefully and quickly, Victorie had to admit it frightened her for a moment, as she flinched in fear, her outstretched hand shot back. “Its alright, no need to be frightened, the moon doesn’t come out often in the winter you see, but it still doesn’t stop my aunt and uncle muggle born from being too frightened, I’m kicked out”
“You have no where to stay?”
“Nope, Just cruising around London with a pocket full of gold”
“Would you like somewhere to stay Teddy?”
“I would need somewhere descrete, I’m afraid people aren’t very fond of me”
“My home is welcome, my parents wouldn’t mind, get your things, and come with us for the holidays,” Victorie smiled. Teddy smiled back as he showed a shabby trunk from behind him, a Firebolt tied messily to the top “Those are my things, the rest I don’t really care for, as long as I’m not sepreated from my brooms or potions”
“Well come on then, we can’t miss the train now can we?” Victorie smiled as she held out a brave hand, without flinching