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Girl Talk

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Dear Victoire,

Thanks for the pictures, you're a wonderful artist. I like the one of us swimming in the lake best.

I'm having a good time at Hogwarts. No, I haven't been keeping out of trouble, Henry and I have gotten three weeks worth of detention. I really don't see what all the fuss is all about; we only turned Professor Marks' hair blue. Gave the seventh years a laugh.

I can't wait for you to join me next September, it'll be brilliant!

Sorry it's so short; you know I'm rubbish at writing letters.

Your friend,

Teddy

Victoire re-read the words again as little four-year old Rose Weasley, whom she was stuck with until Hermione finished the laundry or her father came and got her after Dominique's doctor's appointment, chattered on about some story she created. Dear Victoire. Your friend, Teddy. Your friend. Thanks for the pictures. It'll be brilliant. Us swimming in the lake. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy.

"And den, the dwagon came! And brave knight Sir Cawdugon came and whacked off his - Hey, are you even listening? Hey! Victoire, Victoire? Vicky!"

"What? What? Rosie, what is it?" Victoire sighed, scowling at the redheaded midget in front of her.

"You're not lis'ning to my story!" Rose huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Yes, I am." Victoire said, trying to keep all the annoyance out of her voice.

Rose narrowed her eyes, "Then what did I just say?" Now it was Victoire's turn to huff. Victoire's mind drew a blank; Rose was one smart four-year old. Rose gave her a look, as if to say I told you so. Victoire glared at her.

"Rosie, why don't you go outside and play with Alasdair and Cleopatra and leave Victoire alone." Hermione said, strolling into the living room with a basket of clean clothes on her hip and two-year-old Hugo clinging to her leg.

"But Mummy! She wasn't listening to my story!" Rose whined, but Hermione pursed her lips and made her "McGonagall Face", as Ron had dubbed it. "Fine!" Rose stomped off to the garden. Hermione chuckled and turned back to Victoire.

"Something on your mind?"

Victoire glanced at the letter, then at Hermione, and slowly nodded her head.

"I'm just not sure what to think," Hermione smiled and nodded, setting the basket down and scooping Hugo up into her arms.

"I know what you mean. I had the same feeling all through out my fourth year at Hogwarts. Come to think off it, I didn't know what to think since I met Harry and Ron."

Victoire grinned. "Can I hold Hugo while you put the clothes away?" She asked, seeing her aunt's struggle to accomplish her task with the toddler in her arms.

"If you don't mind, thanks," She set Hugo on the ground and he waddled over to Victoire. She put him on her lap and let him play with her fingers. Hugo's little hands soon were all over Victoire's lavender and violet sparkly nails. Victoire looked back at Hermione.

"I got a letter from Teddy this morning and I, uh," Hermione nodded at her encouragingly, "I think I like him."

"Ah-huh," Hermione smiled knowingly, "and?"

"And I don't know what to do!" Victoire looked frighten, her hands waving around as she talked, scaring Hugo and making him whine. Hermione took him a hushed him while Victoire leaned back on the couch.

"Just give it some time; I had this same problem with Ron when I was young. It'll work itself out." She said, brushing a bit of her hair out of her face.

Victoire looked hesitant. "Look at it this way, wait until you are both at Hogwarts where Bill can't capture and interrogate Teddy."

Victoire giggled, "Thanks, Aunt Hermione."

"No problem."