"Yeah, Teddy. Whatever," an incredulous eleven year-old Victoire said.
"It's true!" Teddy exclaimed. "There is a secret passage under the tree!"
Victoire looked at the Whomping Willow again. She shook her head.
"There's no need just to make things up just because you're a third year!"
"I'm not making it up!" Teddy sighed. He looked at her. "Would I lie to you?"
Victoire refused to answer. Instead, she looked up to the sky which was clouding over.
"Look," she sighed. "It's going to rain, so can I just go back inside now?"
Teddy looked at her for a minute sadly. He turned away.
"I didn't mean to upset you Teddy." she said, wiping away the first raindrop away from her cheek. "I just find it hard to believe that there's a secret passage under there."
Teddy smirked. "That's why its secret."
She shook her head and more rain began to fall.
"Come on." She grabbed his arm and attempted to drag him back to the castle. He didn't budge even though she pulled with her full strength.
"Teddy, come on," she whined still pulling at his arm. "I don't want to get wet!"
"You already are wet," he pointed out.
"Only a little bit now come on."
But still Teddy didn't budge and the rain began to pound down heavier. Victoire dropped his arm down in defeat.
"What's the matter?" he teased. "It's only a little water."
"It will ruin my hair." she grumbled. She held out a lock of soaking wet hair in front of her face. "It has ruined my hair."
"Girls worry about the stupidest things." he laughed under his breath.
"I heard that!" Victoire huffed. "Now if you don't mind I'm going back to the castle before I get a cold."
With that she turned on her heel and walked off back to castle, Teddy's eyes following her retreating figure all the way there.
"You'll believe me someday!" he shouted after her.
"Unlikely!"