A/N: So these will be 250 word drabbles (I count condensed words as just one word. Yes, I know I am a cheater.) using prompts my friend gave me. These will be forming a story surrounding Teddy and Victoire. I imagine they are around twenty-three at this point. I don't own Harry Potter. Reviews would be lovely!
Prompt: Notebook.
Victoire weaves her way through the twisting, crowded hallways of the Daily Prophet headquarters, balancing a precarious amount of objects in one of her arms while her free hand fishes around in her purse.
"C'mon, you little bugger," she mutters, risking a quick glance down. Her fingers at last find purchase around her wand and she pulls it out with triumph.
At that moment, however, Victoire runs headlong into someone. Two of the over-stuffed notebooks she'd been holding tumble out of her grip and burst open, spewing papers every which way as they hit the ground.
She flicks her wand and the papers stack themselves neatly before floating back into her arms. "I'm so sorry -"
She stops. The concerned eyes staring back at her are familiar, although the color is different than she remembers.
"Teddy… Teddy Lupin?"
He rumples his hair and nods. "Victoire Weasley. It's been a long time, eh?"
Victoire takes in his scruffy mouse-brown hair, the stubble lining his jaw. She hasn't seen him since Hogwarts and Merlin how he's changed (it could just be the fact he's a metamorphmagus, though.)
"Look, I'm late and I have to turn my article in to my boss, but how about we catch up over some drinks later, down at the pub across the street? Around nine, if you aren't busy, that is?"
Teddy agrees and Victoire hurries off to her boss' office, wondering at her luck to have literally run into her old friend after all these years.