victoire, victoire, victoire,
oh, silly little victoire.
...
flying
away to beauxbatons,
simply certain you'd be fine.
...
((fine without your family, toire?
fine without your Teddy, toire?
...
fine, without your cousins, toire?))
...
oh, God, your cousins..
...
because you never knew before,
but there's a special brand of torture
from being away from
the special brand of family,
your cousins –
...
your lucy and your molly
your fred and your roxie
your rosie and your hugo
your lily and your albus –
heck, you even miss james.
...
And your friends tell you –
why them?
Why do you miss them?
Why not your parents,
yours aunts, your uncles, your friends,
your brother, your sister?
Why your c o u s i n s?
...
(you do miss all those people, you do)
...
(but your cousins, oh, your cousins..)
...
and usually, you're fine
(or you p r e t e n d to be)
you smile and you laugh
you dance and you learn
...
but at night when no one's looking
your mind ...poisons... your heart
...
God, it's been so long
so, so, so long..
…
it's going to be ages before you see them again...
...
a g e s and a g e s
...
your cousins
are your happiness
they're all sunshine and butterflies and gloriously contrasting you
...
what are you now, toire?
what are you now?
...
they're what h a p p y is made of; those cousins
they're what m e m o r i e s are made of, those cousins
...
oh victoire, victoire,
silly little victoire,
((your mind whispers))
...
how could you think you'd ever be anything without them?