Good day! This is just a little Teddy/Victoire story that I had rolling around in my head. I typed it up in like five minutes, so please point out anything you don't like, spelling errors, inconsistencies, etcetera. I'll try to correct any errors! And if you want to favorite this story, or put an alert on it or me, please don't do so without reviewing. How am I supposed to know what you like about this story - and therefore make more of it - if you don't tell me?
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Victoire Weasley does not particularly care for chocolate. She prefers the brighter flavors, like blue raspberry or mango-pomegranate swirl, full of color and life and vivacity (a word she got from her Aunt Hermione). She likes colors that taste like Teddy looks. She has always thought, ever since she first stood on tiptoe to look at the rows of flavors and thought that they were the source of Teddy's colors, that maybe if she ate them she could become something more interesting (more colorful) than she is.
(With her long, shimmery blonde hair and her blue eyes and her fair skin Victoire has always felt colorless next to vibrant Teddy.)
In contrast, Teddy Lupin loves chocolate. At the ice cream parlor, Victoire is 'the daring one,' getting every new flavor from pumpkin to grass and Teddy always gets chocolate. Victoire, who is normally the safe, traditional, conservative one, and Teddy, who could not be called traditional on his blandest day, seem to reverse roles in this one aspect of their lives.
Teddy gets his brightness, his colors, his vivacity from his mother, Nymphadora Tonks. Victoire has heard stories of Teddy's father, Remus Lupin, and from what she can see Teddy doesn't take after him at all. But Teddy always avoids Victoire during the full moon, like her father avoids almost everyone. She wonders, often, what Teddy looks like, what he acts like, when the moon tugs at half of his blood. She hopes to someday see that side of him, when he trusts her enough, trusts himself enough.
Victoire doesn't care for chocolate, but for Teddy's sake she eats it when they get an ice cream to share. She doesn't understand his fascination with it; it's pleasant enough, but rather safe for Teddy's preferences, and almost bland in comparison to the flavors she likes. But she likes it philosophically, because it tastes like another part of Teddy looks, a part she's never seen because he always makes sure to stay away from her during the full moon. The still-slightly-wolfish part of Teddy Lupin, son of a werewolf, craves chocolate. And Victoire craves Teddy. So she eats chocolate, in the hope that, by infusing herself with the taste and scent and texture of the thing she loves, Teddy will crave her too. She eats it every time they go out for ice cream together, playfully battles him for the last spoonful.
Victoire smiles now when she tastes chocolate, not because she likes the flavor but because it reminds her of Teddy. It reminds her that he loves her enough to protect her from himself, that one day they will belong together so closely that he doesn't need to protect her from himself. Maybe when he sees the part of Teddy that stays dormant under his vibrant skin twenty-nine nights out of thirty, maybe when he sees his father's side, Victoire will understand chocolate.
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