A/N: For Queenie.

They sit in the sand by the sea. Victoire giggles as the water gently caresses her bare feet.

"I bet I know your favorite color," Teddy says, with the smile of a five year who knows so much.

"Nu uh!" Victoire says stubbornly.

"Pink."

Victoire makes a face.

"Yellow?"

"Nope."

Teddy taps his chin, pretending to think. "Oh, I know!" he cries, and he focuses hard the way has Gran has told him.

His tawny hair lightens and brightens, the strands turning an array of blues and greens to match water that glistens beyond the shore.

Victoire giggles in delight, clapping her hands together. "Yes!" she squeals, and Teddy thinks that he wants to always make her laugh like that.