Victoire Weasley POV
Even at the tender age of 3 years old, Victoire Weasley had always known what she wanted to be. She wanted to be a pretty princess. Her big sapphire blue eyes eagerly followed her beautiful mother as she gracefully glided across the gleaming floor of her palace. She had on a chocolate gown that was tight under the chest and flowed down to her knees at the front and was a little longer at the back, the a train like on a Queens gown. Her golden hair was loose and tumbled down her back in glorious curls.
She trailed after her mother, getting in the way until Fleur picked her up. Victoire's big solemn blue eyes glittered with mischief and she planted a sloppy kiss on her mothers cheek. To Victoire, her mother was the Queen of the regal palace in which they resided in. The glittery walls danced with sunlight and the brass rail of the climbing staircases were actually gold. The attic which was her bedroom was really the top of a very tall turret and her father was the dashing King Bill. She smile happily to herself, squealing as her mother spun her around and around. All the noise attracted none other than the king himself.
He walked down the stairs with his head held high. She imagined him in shiny sliver armor instead of pajamas and a purple cape to go with his orange hair instead of his blanket. The cup of tea he was holding was really a chalice of wine. He held his head high and mighty showing the world the scars that bravely lined his smiling face. Some people said that he lost his good looks the day Greyback marked him, but Victoire deemed him 'handsomer than Uncle Harry!' because of it.
He smiled and took the little girl from her mother and he playfully tossed her onto the couch and tickled her silly.
"Silly Daddy!" she cried as he entertained her by pulling faces. His face twisted into a pout as he furrowed his bushy eyebrows and pursed his lips.
"Silly Torie!" he countered as she pulled an equally ridiculous face.
Fleur stood off too the side holding little Dominique, who was eagerly squirming in her mothers arms trying to join the fun. Fleur obliged and placed the squealing toddler right on top of Bill.
He held out his arms and both his little girls eagerly crawled into them, smiling like they hadn't a care in the world. Bill pulled them both in and looked first at Victorie who was carefully scrutinizing him with her bright blue eyes, then and Dominique who just relished in the attention she was getting.
"Now Torie, Dom, I am going to ask you a question ok? And you must answer properly."
They pulled a mock serious face as he asked "Now what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Dominique gurgled happily and her mother sat behind her on the couch and tickled her causing the room to be filled with her tinkling laughter. Victoire tilted her pretty little head to the side and considered the her face lit up as she proudly stated her answer.
"I want to be like Mama." She said it so solemnly that Bill couldn't help but laugh.
"Mama!" the little girl cried, distressed that her father was laughing at her.
"Sshh, it's ok sweetheart. So what's Mama like?" He amended with a smile.
"Mama's a pretty princess!"
A/N
Just a cute one shot Written for the random prompt of the week challenge week 3.
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