A/N: C'est ci! Okay, so this story will be mostly in english, with a splash of french. And I have not used Google Translate, I am merely perfecting my french. However, in the very likely event I get something wrong, by all means, correct me. Translations will be provided. There is a bit of background to this story:

Victoire has very recently finished Hogwarts, and has accepted a modeling job in Nice (That's in France, by the way.)

Teddy has proposed. She agreed, obviously.

Bill and Fleur have yet to give their "graduation" present to Vic.

Here are the ages:

Teddy: 20

Victoire and Molly: 18

Dom and Lucy: 16

Fred: 14

James: 13

Al and Rose: 12

Lily and Hugo: 10

Rox and Louis: 8

So, as you can see, this is almost a year after the epilogue.

Okay, happy reading!

~RJ


Victoire nervously hopped from foot to foot. Teddy gave her a smile, reached for her hand, and opened the door of the Burrow.

The smell of fresh-baked cookies enveloped them and Vic breathed in deeply. No one, not even a someone who had their stomach nervously twisting in knots, could smell that and not crave chocolate.

She could feel Ted twisting the ring. It was slightly large, and they still had to get it fixed; goblin-wrought silver was resistant to standard sizing spells.

"Victoire! Oh, how are you!" Molly approached them with two glasses of punch.

"Fine, thanks. Mols, can you maybe distract my dad?"

"Whaay?" Molly was Vic's best friend, and they both told each other EVERYTHING. And Vic had not yet told her about..well, you know. That rock.

"Umm...because?"

"No, no. Tell me. Did this git propose or something? C'mon."

"Er, as a matter of fact, he did. Shhhhhh! Try not to tell the whole world, will you?"

Molly stifled a scream and launched herself at Vic, knocking Ted out of the way, and spilling the punch.

"Lemme see the ring, will you?"

Victoire sheepishly raised her hand. Molly gasped and slipped it off her finger.

It was silver, with "Forever Yours" engraved on the outside and a large emerald set in the middle, with tiny diamonds surrounding it. It was beautiful, and Vic's favorite color was green, not pink, contrary to popular belief.

"Oh, you prat!" Molly playfully slapped Ted's arm. "Although, hurt her, and you'll have my wand to answer to."

"No, I have no intention of doing so." Ted quickly said.

"Good. Congratulations!" Molly squealed and returned Vic the ring.

James materialized out of nowhere. "Hey, Vic, have you had the punch?"

"No, James, I haven't. My lovely cousin here spilled it." Vic replied.

"Okay then, here you go." He handed her a glass.

"Thank you?"

"Welcome!" And off he went, to mix with the rest of the Weasley-Potter mob.

Molly stared after him. "Did I just see James Potter be polite?"

Teddy chuckled. "Naw. Mols, you must be going barmy."

"That is what I thought."

Vic shrugged and raised the glass to her lips. It tasted really odd, like... oh god, not again...

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! Il Y A UN DE TROP FOIS! N'EST PAS DROLE! TU NE PEUX PAS M'EMUE! COMPRENEZ? OU EST TU?" (James Sirius Potter! That is just one time too many! It's not funny, you will not get me drunk, is that clear? Where are you?)

"Well, we know Victoire's here." A voice responded from upstairs. It was Rose, doing the running commentary as usual.

Ted was shaking with laughter. He thought Vic yelling at anyone else besides himself was incredibly hilarious, especially when it was in French.

Victoire point-blank refuse to speak in English until on the Hogwarts Express. She just would not say a word in English. As a result, most of the clan could understand French, if not speak a few words themselves. In fact, her first english words were, vividly remembered by Ted, "Can I sit with you?"

"James! You will not get away with this one, I will make sure of that, where did he go? C'est seulmente neuf chambres in c'est maison,..." (there are only nine rooms in this house...)

Finally, she found him, hunched behind a toppling pile of clothes in Ginny's old room. She grabbed him by the ear and led him out to the sitting room.

"Aha! C'est garcon c'est impossible, avec un nom comme James Sirius, il c'est tres craneux, mon dieu!" (Aha! This boy is impossible! with a name like James Sirius, My god, what an arrogant idiot!)

"Aunt Ginny, this is simply unacceptable! He has been trying to-"

"Vicotire! Are you engaged?" Aunt Hermione's shriek interrupted Victoire, who turned around and gave Ted a guilty smile. He shrugged and smiled at her.

"Yeah. I am."

Everyone started talking at once and bustling, crowding around the happy couple. James furtively slipped out of the rapidly closing mob that had Vic and Ted at its nucleus.

After much ooooohhing and aaaaahing, and the threatening speeches, and all that jazz, Victoire and Ted were finally allowed some breathing room.

"Well," Rose said with her brilliant-idea smile, "We have to do something with you during your last days as a Weasley!"

"Yeah." Mol joined in. "Before you officially become a Lupin."

"So. Any ideas, Mol?"

"Funny you mention it, Rose. I do, as a matter of fact."

"Do tell."

"All the Weasley girls, and Lily, of course, should go on a vacation."

"Muggle style."

"Exactly."

Vic exchanged glances with Ted. "That actually sounds really good."

"You seem surprised, Vic!"

Fred cut in. "No, no! We deserve to be with our cousin, for her to spend her last days as a Weasley with us!"

"Merlin, Fred, you make it seem she's dying or something."

"You shut up, James, you're not a Weasley."

"Hey! I'm half Weasley, Rosie!"

"Hey!"

"No, no STOP FIGHTING!" Mol held up her hands.

"Vic gets to decide."

"Okay. We'll all go. All the kids."

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.


A/N: Whaddya think? Should I take the keyboard and smack myself repeatedly over the head with it?