Don't own it.
This idea came to me last night and I couldn't go to sleep without writing it. It's really short, but I'm kinda happy with how it turned out. Hope y'all enjoy! :)
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"Victoire?"
She freezes at the sound of her mother's voice, knuckles going white on the banister beside her and one foot stuck absurdly out over the next step down as a single thought flies through her head. Blood hell am I in trouble. Because they aren't supposed to be home yet. They're still supposed to be in France. But here they are, her parents and siblings standing at the foot of the stairs, staring up at her, and she can't help but know it's painfully obvious she's wearing Teddy's shirt.
Judging by the frown on his face, her father has already noticed this, and the look in his eyes promises a swift death for the Lupin boy. But he says nothing. Victoire's mother notices a moment later and, glaring darkly, she orders Victoire to go back upstairs and change for breakfast. She escapes as fast as she can, scurrying back up the stairs and wincing as her father calls after her to bring Ted down with her.
She slips into her room and shuts the door with a snap, causing Teddy to stir drowsily in bed and roll over to face her, running a hand through his bright turquoise hair as he observes her expression.
"'Sa matter?" his voice is slurred with sleep, but his eyes are fast becoming alert.
"They're home." it's all she has to say. He rolls over with a groan. She sighs. It's going to be a very long morning.
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So? Whatcha think? No flames, but anything else is welcome. Don't forget to review! ~Seeker