“Teddy! You can be the hairdresser!” and Vic grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to the dolls.

Teddy, looking slightly alarmed at this announcement, did not put up much of a fight.

“You can do the dollies’ hair!” Vic declared, flashing him a bright smile.

“But, Vic!” he began to protest.

“Please, Teddy?”

They both knew he couldn’t say no to her.

“So tell will you tell me about the sorting now?” she pleaded.

 

The cheeky grin that Victoire knew so well spread across his face, and she wondered whether he was being serious.

 

Then again, everyone else she had asked had smilingly refused to answer, so she didn’t exactly have any one else to believe.

 

Besides, Teddy wouldn’t lie to her…

“Vic... why do you look so delighted...?”

“Because I just thought of a brilliant revenge plan, and you’re going to help me. Please, Teddy?”