Hello! I just decided to do a little Victoire/Teddy set of drabbles! Some will be longer than others and sometimes not really related to each other, but for now I decided to start with the beginning.

So yeah! :)

The little girl smiles as the caterpillar crawls along her pale hand, looking at it with amazement. She's overwhelmed at how small it is and the simple life it has – compared to hers, which was a never-ending pile of newspapers.

She tucks a lock of silvery blonde hair behind her ears, focusing on nothing else but the wonderful colours on its body. The beautiful entwining of green, red and purple is so fitting that she almost wants to have skin that colour, too; except it'd look strange.

Arching her eyebrows, she picks up a nearby twig and makes the creature crawl on to it. It takes a couple of minutes for it to latch itself onto it – being not a thin and able bug like the other things she's come across – but she's patient and waits. She knows that she can't stay forever, and is a little bummed out that it can't stay, so she might as well enjoy their last moments together.

It sounds quite silly, when she thinks about it. Befriending a caterpillar. Funny, how her parents has had quite exciting adventures, fighting against evil wizards and witches for a better future while she's here by herself in the back of her garden, feeling thrilled by a caterpillar.

A marvellous caterpillar, at that.

'Hello?' a voice calls distantly as she bites her lip nervously. She doesn't know who it is, but judging by how playful it sounds like she guesses that it must be someone her age.

Thankfully the caterpillar is on the stick now, so she goes to drop it off at a nice green nutritious leaf. "Hello!" the lively voice greets suddenly again – an underestimated loud noise – making her jump and her small friend flying.

'What did you do that for!' she snaps, turning around and crossing her eyebrows.

The boy, whose hair's a delicious pointed turquoise, grins. 'Your mum says you were here.'

'I was in good company, before you came here to kick him out,' she says, standing up and placing her small hands around her waist, which isn't at all curvy and slender like her mother's but straight instead. She thinks it looks rather bossy, so she does it anyway to win her new-found argument.

'I didn't see anyone here.' He looks around to prove his point with a shrug.

'Of course you didn't. You didn't look close enough,' she huffs, crossing her arms and turning around to the direction the caterpillar disappeared to. Surely it couldn't have gone too far?

The boy laughs, much to her dislike, and walks by her side. 'I'm sorry about your friend,' he apologises, turning towards her and holding out his hand. 'But I'm Teddy.' When she gives him a look to carry on, he adds, 'Lupin. Teddy Lupin.'

'Victoire Weasley,' she says proudly, giving in to her grudge about her caterpillar and smiles. She takes his hand and shakes it, not the intention Teddy seems to have but he goes along with it.

To her surprise, his hair turns from the calm turquoise she just began to like to an icy white. She lets out a giggle as her blue eyes dart from his hair to his face and grins. 'That's amazing,' she says when their handshake is done.

She goes to release his hand but he keeps on holding hers. She doesn't really mind and holds it down to their sides, secretly loving the company she finally feels besides from her sister and brother who are young and far more into doing indoor activities than to explore the outside world.

'How did you do it?' she asks as she leads him deeper into the woods behind her house, Shell Cottage. She always preferred the evergreen colour compared to the dull grey of the sea.

He laughs. 'Sometimes people get freaked out when they see something like this,' he tells her, gesturing at his head. 'Do you like it?'

'Love it,' she assures him, nudging him with her elbow, because she does. To be honest, it out-rules the colours of the caterpillars, even if she refuses to believe so.

'Really?'

'Of course, silly,' she dismisses. 'Who wouldn't want to change what they look like? It must be quite humorous.'

Again, he lets out a laugh as his hair changes to a bubblegum blue, which must reflect his mood – playful. She thinks he must be an overall playful friend to have. 'Are we friends?' she asks before she can stop herself. Being alone to venture is alright, she supposes, but having a sidekick would definitely make it more fun.

'I hope so,' he admits and she smiles.

Because she does, too.