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Victoire Weasley was beaming uncontrollably. Today was one of the Weasley gatherings and her best friend, Xevera Zillia was going to be coming too. She, Xevera, and some of their other friends would be starting Hogwarts next week, and all of them couldn't have been happier. Victoire had been setting up all day for the gathering, helping her mother look through spell books for certain charms for table settings, and for cooking.

'Oh zees eez a deezastair!' Fleur Weasley cried, looking around at a beautiful garden and clean house, putting Victoire and the rest of the family in a state of confusion. Everyone knew that this was important to Fleur, but not many people got the, "pleasure," of seeing it truly shine.

'What's the matter sweetheart?' Her husband, Bill Weasley, the oldest of the Weasley brothers, tried to say in a caring tone, but kept his distance. Nobody wanted to face Fleur in this sort of state. Her part veela nature gave her some… anger problems, and currently her silvery blonde hair was looking unkempt.

'What do you mean "what eez wrong?" Look at all of us!' The other four Weasleys, Bill, Victoire, her younger sister Dominique, and younger brother Louis, all looked down at their clothing. In most situations, doing this usually causes a dawning of, "Oh," as they usually tend to, but the Weasleys remained just as confused as ever. 'We're not ready, clozeeng wize! We need to look nice! Zees eez the first time Molly haz given us the honor of hosting zee greeting!'

'Mum, no one ever dresses nicely for these,' Victoire said, taking a brave step towards her mother, as she could hear her father and siblings holding their breaths. It was true, children were usually running and screaming, ripping clothes and getting hurt. But Victoire knew her mother didn't see it as it was, especially considering her current nerve state. Fleur's red puffy eyes seemed to become calm, and she looked down, contemplating what her daughter had just said. After a few seconds of the three Weasleys praying that they would survive the next ten minutes, Fleur finally gave in.

'Oh alright! I guess you're right! But I steel want to see all of you get into some cleanair cloze.' And with that she marched straight back into the house to check up on the food.

Bill and his children stood there for a moment, caught up in the tension, and after a moment of letting the information sink in, they all awkwardly went to what they thought they should be doing.

Victoire headed straight up for her bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not quite sure she was ready to see all of her family. She looked around her bright pink bedroom and her eyes found just what she was looking for; her over-sized white-board. It had a few photos here and there of her and her friends, (wizarding photos of course, not like those strange muggle ones that Xevera would sometimes show to Victoire. She simply couldn't understand how they could stay that still!) Xevera was there in a good majority, and Teddy was in a few, along with her famous cousin, the great James Potter.

Oh Teddy, she hadn't seen Teddy in ages, and was actually kind of glad. Teddy was just so... Teddy, and she could only take so much of him. She had known Teddy and James for as long as she could remember, and they hadn't changed very much either. James, had teased them that they liked each other when they were young, but they had simply been through way too much to ever like each other, ugh! The idea was just too revolting!

Then there was Xevera. Victoire actually laughed out loud at the thought of her outspoken friend. She had met Xevera when she was nine, Xevera was a muggle born, but had an older French cousin that had turned out to be a witch, Dinah, although she went to Beauxbatons. ('I swear the whole lot is a load of slutty smartarses,' Xevera would say, to which Fleur would leave the room.) She had shown magic when she was eight at school. A boy had been constantly bullying her, and when he had insulted her on the playground one day, she accidentally made him shoot straight up into the air, and the ministry had found him a day later, hanging on for dear life off of the Eiffel tower.

Dinah had taken Xevera to Diagon Alley to show her where she'd be going to get supplies before she went to Hogwarts. While Dinah had been off looking at dresses in Madame Malkin's, Xevera had wandered into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and met Uncle George. Victoire had been there at the time, and the girls instantly found a spark. They spent the entire day together, testing out new products.

Xevera was a total prankster like George was in his school days with his late twin, Fred. Victoire had taken a rare liking to Xevera, as she was outspoken, loud, and rambunctious. (A little too much for her own good too.) Everyone knew that Xevera was Uncle George's favorite niece, even if she wasn't related by blood, and they couldn't blame him.

The one thing about Xevera that had ever bothered Victoire was Xevera had a secret, which she used too often to escape things she didn't want to deal with. She hadn't told many people about it, and as for the people who did know, she wouldn't even tell them what it was she was avoiding. It annoyed Victoire that she wouldn't stop using the secret, as without it, things would be a lot easier. But even so, through the years Xevera had become family, and so Victoire kept it to herself.

Xevera had never been to a proper Weasley gathering, meaning she had only met bits of the family. So Victoire was absolutely bursting with excitement to introduce Xevera to Teddy, and to have Xevera see James again. Xevera always teased James, and it drove him nuts, but he never had the guts to do anything, considering the opposing kid had a mouth that went off just about every three seconds.

Victoire smiled to herself at the thought of her dirty-mouthed friend, nuzzling into a pillow lying next to her. She couldn't remember the last time she got one of her friends to come in her room. James and Teddy hated it of course, especially since for some strange reason, Teddy couldn't get his hair to stop turning pink every time he walked in. Xevera would pretend to gag, then proceed to choke and die every time she walked in, always making her "last words", 'Too... Much... Pink.'

It was true, the room was excessively pink, and Xevera was always making her promise to not put so much pink in their dorm when they went to Hogwarts. (Assuming they would be in the same house.) Her room had bright pink wallpaper with light pink daisies on it. They were charmed so that whenever there was a breeze, the flowers would move with it. The bed was a floating pink puff, with baby pink covers, and was piled with tons of stuffed animals. In fact, when she looked at it, Xevera was right. It did look like a pink monster had puked all over it, although she couldn't help but think that this monster had very beautiful vomit. Ew. That was a lot less disgusting the first time she thought about it that way. She wrinkled her nose for the affect, even though she was the only one in the room.

Victoire sat up from the bed, and looked at the room, her eyes landing on her crystalline clock. Crap! 4:00, everyone would be here in a half an hour if not less! Victoire ran over to her closet and started ripping her clothes off, tearing things out of the closet to see if they were to her liking. She tried on skirt after skirt, top after top, and occasionally a pair of shorts. Finally after 15 minutes of ripping things out and throwing them back in, Victoire stuck with one outfit.

She had on some dark purple converse that went up to the knee, a flowing light pink skirt with some shorts of the same color underneath, and topped it off with an orange t-shirt that had pretty beading of a hibiscus. She looked at her reflection, and couldn't help but think how much she looked like her mother, placing a hand on her hip, and striking a quick pose. She had lower cheekbones and bright blue eyes, along with silver hair that fell over her shoulders in plaits. She had a pointed nose like her father's and her eyes were the same shape as his.

Just as she was smiling to herself, her mother burst in the room, clearly trying to keep composure, but failing to do so. While her hair was staying in place, her face was shining with sweat, and she had a manic look on her face as she sported a pant. The Weasleys had arrived. 'Teddy and James weel be 'ere soon weez granny Tonks!' She cried, but continued, storming over to Victoire, 'But I can't deal weez her, pleaze, I love 'er, but sheez too much!' Her mother had taken the liberty at this point to grab the front of Victoire's shirt. After a moment of doing the math, Victoire pushed her mother off gently and sighed, going past her to race down the stairs. Just as she suspected, sitting in the kitchen, talking about a hundred miles a minute to her poor father, was Xevera.

'So anyways I was thinking that maybe if cupcake ninjas took over the world-'

'Oh look it's Victoire here you go Vic! Sure that would've been - interesting but I must go.' And with that her father rushed into the garden. Victoire couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's madness and her father's fright, but all the same Victoire jumped in front of her troubled-looking friend and both faces instantly lit up. 'Vic! It's you!' She attacked Victoire with a hug that crushed the life out of her. 'Hah! Hey there Xevera!' Once she was released she got a proper look of Xevera up and down.

She was wearing a green gob-stopper t-shirt, and over that she was wearing overall shorts, although one of the straps had already come undone. This came as no surprise, considering the only thing Xevera did was climb trees and "explore." She even had a bit of dirt on her nose and her orange converse had dirt clogged deep into the bottom, although Victoire knew that, unlike herself, Xevera didn't give a crap about what she wore. Xevera was grinning ear to ear and Victoire couldn't help but smile back. 'Has James gotten here yet?'

'No, is Mia coming?'

'No, can't. Stupid stickler muggles.'

Victoire giggled at the comment and they went out into the garden talking and joking all the way. Victoire had last seen Xevera on Victoire's birthday which everyone had attended, except Teddy, which had been a little over a month ago, so they talked about pretty much everything. Although most conversations consisted of Xevera making dead pan comments, and Victoire laughing till she had stitches in her side. 'So did you know James has a pimple on his nose?'

'Yeah, so?' Victoire didn't quite see what the big deal was.

Xevera grew an evil grin on her face as they continued walking. 'I named it Peppy.'

'You named it what?' Let out a short laugh, typical.

'Drives him nuts, and the great thing is, he thinks that if he acts like he doesn't care, I'll stop teasing because I'm not getting a reaction. But I know that it's killing him on the inside, so he finally gives in. And the outcome? Worth it. So whenever I see him I say, "Oh hey there James, oh Peppy, hi!"' Xevera laughed.

'Is it really that big?' Victoire whispered.

'Of course it isn't, but he sure thinks it is.' The two paused for a moment to look at the Potter-Weasley family gathered in the huge garden that looked over the sea. The picture was a scene of chaos, with people chasing children, and a large multitude of people speaking at once. The girls teased the scene for a moment, and then moved on, kicking stones off the cliff that lead to the waters below.

They passed kids their age, although they didn't even know some of them. Any boys who they had met before greeted Xevera immediately, usually knowing her, and Victoire couldn't help but feel a twang of jealousy at how easily Xevera talked to guys, although Victoire was one of Xevera's very few friends that was actually a girl. Xevera on the other hand couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy of Victoire's beauty; she saw the way guys looked at her, although Victoire was also part veela. They continued walking, secretly pondering about each other. When they found that they were almost at the end of the garden, Xevera seemed to finally lose it.

'Like seriously, where in fuck is James, this is getting ridiculous, the smartars- ' but she never finished the sentence as someone ran up and hugged her around the waist, causing her to scream in fright. She squirmed around in the boy's tight grip and turned around to see a dark haired, green-eyed boy. 'James Sirius Potter! Don't you dare do that ever again!' She yelled, hugging him but not taking time to hit him hard in the back of the head. 'Nice to see you too!' He laughed, rubbing the back of his head; his now watering eyes immediately landing on Victoire. 'Vic!'

Victoire laughed at the nickname and screamed, 'Oh my god no!' But it was too late, as she had been tackled by two boys now, the second which she knew to be Teddy. 'Hey guys,' she cried, wriggling her way out of the hug. They all turned to look at each other, and after a pause of heavy breathing, Xevera lit up, 'Teddy!' She screamed, and Teddy was jumped upon by a girl he had never met in his life. She wasn't particularly pretty with a pointed face and small, steely grey eyes, with strawberry blonde hair that fell down her back in braids. She was unbelievably skinny, almost like a twig, but she seemed just as pleasant all the same.

'Xevera?' James, Uncle George, Auntie Angelina, and Victoire had told him plenty about this girl. He had been excited to meet her, although she wasn't what he expected. 'Dude,' she smiled to the others, 'He knows my name!'

'How could I not know about the famous Xevera Zillia, all anyone does is talk about you.'

Even though she already had bright pink cheeks, he could see her face turn a little bit brighter. She kept her smile on, reminding herself to have a little chat with Victoire later. 'Hah, well welcome to the clan man!' Xevera found herself standing in the middle of the three children, and decided to seize the moment.

'I almost forgot to say hello to a very special guest!' Xevera whipped around on James and stalked up to him, making Victoire pray to god that she wouldn't have to witness rape at age 11. The girl already had the mouth of a sailor, and Victoire and Mia as well as everyone else had learned there was no stopping it.

'Hi Peppy, how are you?' Xevera smiled at James's nose, and Victoire and Teddy could notice a faint dot.

'So what do you guys wanna do?' James said through clenched teeth, trying to ignore Xevera.

'Oh don't be rude, let's say hello.'

'Football?'

'Look how big you've gotten!'

'Swimming?'

'Jeez you're like your own planet!'

'Quidditch?'

'You could give Aunt Muriel's ars a run for her money!'

'Get some lemonade?'

'Man you're so fat Peppy, people must mistake your arsehole for a black hole!'

At this point James was shaking and had turned bright red, while Teddy and Victoire were on the ground, trying to not die of laughter.

'Oh I know! Let's do my favorite thing and climb a tree! Oh, only you may have to watch Peppy, if you climb on the tree it might break from your weight!' And with that she was off running with her braids flying behind her, laughing loudly. Teddy and Victoire stayed hot on her tail as to make sure they didn't endure the wrath of Peppy and James. Xevera was fastest up the tree, with its multiple branches and large green leaves. It had been there for years, yet no one had paid attention to it until Xevera came. The first time she visited Shell Cottage she asked if they could go up the tree. Caught off guard, Fleur and Bill didn't see any reason as to why not, and that day Xevera had helped Victoire climb her first tree. James was fast and caught up to them, but Xevera raced up the tree before the boys could do so much as blink. They followed in suit, and soon were sitting on branches, high above the ground. 'Come on Vic!' Xevera yelled, only being distantly heard.

Victoire looked up at the large tree, and then down at her skirt, 'I can't!'

'Why?' The three children in the tree chorused.

'I'm not in the proper attire,' she said blushing, completely embarrassed. There was a slight pause in which you could only hear the wind rustle through the trees, and the waves crash against the shore from below. Then, all at the same time, Teddy, James, and Xevera started laughing uncontrollably.

Victoire's pale skin blushed bright red, 'It's true though!' Victoire tried yelling over their laughter.

'Victoire you're such a girl!' Xevera cried through tears of laughter.

'You are too, in case you haven't noticed!'

'I'm a girl, but I'm not pink and frilly!'

'Not everyone can be perfect!' Victoire yelled in mock, and suddenly Xevera had a solemn look on her face, as she looked down at Victoire, so solemn that it almost scared her. Everyone went quiet and looked up at Xevera, as she was on the highest branch of all of them.

'It's true,' Xevera said, barely audible, 'There aren't many of us left.' As the boys laughed, and Xevera tried to hide a smile, Victoire stomped of in a huff, ready to grab new clothes. After the three children collected themselves, James looked off at Victoire's figure, which was now a dot. 'I'll go and help her,' he cried, and with that he swung down the branches and jumped down, running after the blonde girl. Teddy looked up to see that Xevera had climbed higher and was swinging from a branch.

'Come on up! Unless you're not in the proper attire either,' She laughed, and he joined her shouting, 'No, here I come!' He scrambled up the tree after her, wondering all the way up how the hell she climbed so quickly. Xevera studied him as he came up the tree, taking him in as she did with every new person; he was skinny with brown hair that stuck up a little. He had a sweet face with swooping cheekbones, and dark brown eyes. She smiled as his nose scrunched up in frustration. He was at the branch below her, huffing and puffing, when she giggled, 'Here, I'll come down.' She dropped from the branch she was swinging on, obviously planning on landing below, but missed. Teddy was about to yell out, when he noticed a small hand right by him and heard Xevera mutter, 'Well that's gonna leave a mark.'

'You want help?'

'No I'd like to enjoy the view as I hang on for dear life. Yes I want help!' She pulled herself up with one hand, revealing to him the other, which he proceeded to pull on. She swung her legs over and sat next to him, branding a huge scrape on her right knee.

'Merlin, are you okay?'

'Yeah,' she laughed, 'I find myself doing that a lot. My parents sure don't appreciate it, but after about seven broken arms and legs I'm sure they've gotten used to it,' she grinned at him. He quickly noticed little silver and blue squares on her teeth. Not realizing what he was doing, he reached out and touched them. Xevera quirked an eyebrow and then gave a look as if to say, "Whatever." They were cold little pieces of metal with silver wiring between them, and had a sort of lumpy feeling. It was like, they were smooth, and then had a bump, then caved, and they even had these little blue bands surrounding the center. The wiring was perfectly smooth, keeping all the little squares in formation. Xevera couldn't help but laugh inside her head at his fascination, but she decided to cut him some slack, knowing that he had probably never seen these in his life.

After a moment of realizing what he was doing, he quickly removed his hand, embarrassed, and tried to concentrate on not letting her see this. 'What are those,' Teddy asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

'They're called braces, they're a muggle contraption they use to straighten your teeth, and they hurt like hell, but I'm getting mine off next week!' He gave her a confused look, to which she replied, 'They glue them to your teeth, so they're gonna have to get them off.'

'Ugh, that's so-'

'Weird I know. I get that a lot from you pureblood folk.'

'I'm not a pureblood, my mum was a witch and my dad was a werewolf.' He automatically wished he hadn't said this and looked down at his feet, which dangled above the earth. Xevera's face fell into immediate guilt.

'Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it that way! I didn't know-'

'It's okay,' Teddy smiled, 'I get it.' He continued to look down, and she stared at him in sympathy, and then looked at the setting sun. He felt so embarrassed it was unbelievable, that his hair even turned bright red, and he could hear her gasp. 'Hey whoa, that is NOT normal man! But it's so cool!' She stared at him with her jaw dropped, and he grinned at her, 'I'm a Metamorphmagus. Got it from my mum.'

'No way, I-' She stopped abruptly, looking like she was having an argument in her mind. He was going to question this but she blurted out, 'Can you make it rainbow? I don't have a favorite color.' Used to getting these requests, he did this in an instance, making her whisper, 'Wicked Teddy!' They laughed for a few minutes as he changed appearances for their entertainment, when Victoire finally came back looking awfully disappointed with an annoyed looking James. 'Little miss picky here couldn't decide what to wear and now we have to come down for dinner.'

'Typical,' Xevera laughed rolling her eyes. James shoved Victoire back around and they started slowly walking back to the house.

Xevera was just about to climb down the branch when she looked up at Teddy, studying his face for a minute, and then broke out into a toothy grin. 'We're gonna be best friends Teddy Remus Lupin, you just don't know it yet.'

So you all need Teddy's metamorphmagus hair key, so here it is! Keep it!

Teddy hair colors:

Brown – Technical usual hair color

Red – angry

Pink – Happiness (love)

Orange – Annoyed

Deep blue – Sad

Green – Scared

Yellow – Embarrassed

Other – For fun (happy)

~ Paule