Prompt: It will be years

Word Count (Not including anything in Bold): 320

Character/s: Victoire Weasley, Teddy Lupin.

I, Victoire Weasley, am drunk. Teddy told me that just a second ago.

Not my fault this drink tastes so good.

It all started two hours ago. Teddy decided to take me out as a treat, because William left home a couple of days ago and I've been crying my eyes out pathetically. So Teddy took me out for a drink.

When I got here I didn't drink. All I could think was 'William is nineteen now,'. And how much I missed him. And how I shouldn't be drinking so much because I'm 42.

I know what you're thinking 'That's not that old!'! But to me, it's a lot older than nineteen.

Twenty three years older, in fact. Which is the age my eldest daughter, Nymphadora, is now.

"Drink," Teddy had told me. I'd scowled and told him 'Just one glass'.

So much for that resolution.

So now I'm wondering how much more screwed up I can get.

"It will be years before we get another chance without worrying about kids," Teddy had told me.

"Alright," I nodded. We were going to start trying for a baby tomorrow. He'd led me into a small pub on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and we'd had the best time of our lives.

When he said that I guess he meant twenty – three years.

I wonder what my life will be like now I don't have my own kids to look after or any letters to write or any more forgotten toys or magazines or books left at home by my three kids to find.

Probably a lot of babysitting.

Which reminds me I promised to go look after Ryan, Roxanne's fifteen year old son, Irene, Fred's fifteen year old daughter and Max, Fred's thirteen year old son tomorrow.

I knew this trip was a bad idea.