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She was 2, and he wasn't hungry.

The young Victoire Weasley sat in her high chair, obediently consuming spoonfuls of the unidentifiable pale mush that had been placed in her bowl.

It really didn't taste all that bad, but its appearance was quite off-putting.

It didn't help that she was surrounded by excitable Aunts who were busy cooing over her "simply adorable part-Veela hair".

Of course, Victoire, being as young as she was, did not fully understand what was being said.

However, she did wonder how she was expected to eat her food with people continuously stroking her hair and squeezing her cheeks.

Teddy Lupin, sitting opposite her, simply grinned at her and did absolutely nothing.
He was, quite honestly, no help at all.

So little Victoire sat there in relative suffering, wondering how long it would be before she fell asleep.

Luckily for her, she did not have to wait long for a distraction.

A series of loud bangs erupted from outside, and the many Aunts rushed out the door to satisfy their curiosity as to what the commotion was about.

They most likely already knew that it was something to do with Uncle George and his inventions, as it nearly always was, but his spectacles were very entertaining, so it was still worth going to see the source of the noise.

If only Victoire could join the Aunts outside.

It would be far more entertaining than Teddy with his ever-present grin.

At least she was now left in peace to finish eating.

Or so she thought.

Teddy, who was evidently not interested in eating his food, (she couldn't really blame him, it did look quite awful) decided to get rid of it another way.

He picked up his spoon, and flicked the questionable substance at the golden haired girl.

It landed directly on her small nose.

Victoire squealed in outrage.

Teddy laughed.

Torn between crying and getting revenge, she decided to do both.

It was war.

And so, when the Aunts re-entered the room, it was to find two young children, spattered with pale muck, and each intent on getting the other as dirty as possible.

"Veek-toire! What 'ave you been doing! Look at poor Teddy! 'E iz covered in zis - mess!"

Fleur, Victoire's lovely mother, was obviously not pleased with her daughter's actions.

Personally, Victoire thought Teddy deserved it.

He had started the fight, after all.

So she smiled at her mother, sweet and innocent.

Fleur was not fooled.

"Bad girl! Look at ze mess you 'ave made! Bee-ll! Come punish your daughter!"

Everybody (including Fleur) knew Bill would not punish Victoire at all.

But it was a nice threat, if quite empty.

So the two were yanked out of their seats and dragged off to a bathroom, where they were dunked several times in hot water to clean off the mess.

As her head rose above the water's surface, Victoire smiled.

It didn't matter to her if she was (unfairly) punished.

It was all worth it to see Teddy's face when she had got him back.