Some drabbles written about the Next Gen, all set in the same au 'verse, Restless Youth (I'm trying to write a proper big fic in it). I have too many OCs and different characteristics from the canon characters than popular fanon. So, sorry if this gets confusing lmao. The title is from a quote by Vladimir Nabokov; I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.
For the houses though; Teddy is Hufflepuff, Victoire is Gryffindor, Dominique and Louis Ravenclaw, Molly is Gryffindor, Lucy is Hufflepuff, Fred is Ravenclaw, Roxanne is Slytherin, Rose is Gryffindor, Hugo is Ravenclaw, James and Albus are Gryffindors and Lily is Slytherin. Also, Scorpius is a Hufflepuff (and has four younger siblings cause I'm weak for big families), Lorcan is a Hufflepuff and Lysander is a Gryffindor.
This first chapter is about Victoire (born 2002) and Dominique (born 2003) because I love friendly/not-so-friendly sister banter. And yeah, I headcanon Louis to be the youngest in the family.
Being the eldest in such a large family Victoire wasn't surprised to find the family owl drop a letter on her breakfast one Friday morning. Strangely though, this letter - in her dad's handwriting - was addressed to her and Dominique. Victoire glanced around to see Dominique sitting at the Ravenclaw table, laughing with her friends.
She let Cathal Finnigan finish her toast and went to see her sister. "Dominique, this just came. You can open it, if you like."
Everyone knew Dominique loved opening things, curious as she was, and being the first to know things. Victoire peered over her shoulder and when a grinning Dominique had scanned the letter and passed it to her, she almost choked. "How?" After the usual greetings their dad wrote that he and mum had some fantastic news - I reckon it'll be something of a shock to you both but your mum is pregnant again! "I didn't even know you can still have children at that age…" Vic pondered aloud, trying to imagine her graceful mum with a massive bump, or worse yet, a little baby making messes everywhere (obviously she can't remember Dominique being a baby, being only a year older).
"She's not that old," Dominique argued half-heartedly. She swung around the bench to beam at Vic. "I bet you ten euros it'll be a girl."
Vic scrunched her nose up. "Why not pounds or galleons?"
Dominique rolled her eyes in that way she did when Vic was being 'such a Gryffindor'. "Because, simpleton, say it took mum about a month to realise she's pregnant and she'll have eight months left until we find out that I'm right about the gender. In eight months it will be summer which means we will be visiting our Mamé and Papé in France and I'd like more euros to spend, thanks." To top it off, Dominique winked at her
Smart arse, Victoire grumbled. "That's the thing with you Ravenclaws, you always go the complicated way. Sometimes it's easier to just follow the path." Not a bad metaphor, either. "It would be way easier - and smarter - to have accepted the galleons and then change them into euros. Exchange rates and all. Sorry, simpleton, sometimes street smarts beat nerds."
That probably wasn't something to say in front of Ravenclaws but some of Dominique's friends laughed and while Dominique was glaring there was a bit of pride in there, too. "So you say boy? I would say I hope you're not a sore loser but I've seen you Gryffindors lose plently of Quidditch matches and it ain't pretty." Vic scoffed. That was low. "Well, just so you know, it's more likely to be a girl given that mum's last two pregnancies resulted in us - girls."
It was such a Dominique thing to do; when losing an argument, start throwing out facts.
"And what about Aunt Ginny. You don't need to be a wise old Ravenclaw to see, well, she's a girl." Dominique's friend, the Rookwood girl, coughed to cover up her laugh. "And Little Lily, she's got two older brothers and boom, girl."
Dominique rolled her eyes, turning back around. "We'll see, Vic. I for one cannot wait to meet our little sister." With that, she started speaking to her friends again.
Unable to help herself, Vic needed the last word. "Okay, smart arse, just 'cause you can't handle the truth…" Really, she deserved the piece of buttered toast the got thrown at her then.
(Though it was embarrassing having to go back to the dormitory to get a clean jumper and tell people her sister threw toast at her, it wasn't enough to stop her grinning triumphantly when a Healer came out to tell them that their mum had delivered a healthy baby boy.)