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