Nine year old Victorie Weasley was sitting in the yard with eleven year old Teddy Lupin. They were talking about naughty stuff they'd done in the past.
"Once I stole two knuts off a lady in Hogsmeade." Teddy confessed. Victorie burst out laughing.
"Huh, that's nothing! Only two knuts." Victorie replied.
"What's worse than that?" Teddy asked frowning.
"I hate a liar. Maybe that's because I'm such a good one myself, heh?" She said, smirking.
"Since when has little miss perfect Victorie Weasley lied?" Teddy asked.
"Since she wanted to get a lot of WWW things." She said, still smirking.
"Tell me the story!" he said.
"Well, I told Mum and Dad I was going to Diagon alley with my friends, but I actually stole ten galleons out of mum's purse, went to Uncle George's shop and brought as much WWW stuff as I could."
"Liar, stealer, pants on wheeler!"
"That doesn't even make sense." Victorie said, rolling her eyes. Boys can be so stupid sometimes she thought.
"Really?" he asked as he began tickling Victorie. The nine year old laughed as he chased her around the yard of Shell Cottage. Later that night Victorie layed her head on Teddy.
"I can tell you anything, can't I?" Victorie asked tiredly.
"Yes." Teddy said.
"Night night, Teddy." She yawned.
"Goodnight."