Teddy raised his right fist and knocked on the door, his hair black, for a change. Victoire hated it when he made it what she called a "stupid" colour, and he didn't want anything to put a dampener on her evening. The door was opened by Victoire's heavily-scarred father. The years had been good to Bill: he had barely aged in as long as Teddy had known him. Perhaps, though, this was because it was hard to tell which were age lines and which were scars.

"Evening, Teddy," Bill half-smiled.

"Evening, Mr. Weasley." Teddy replied, chirpily. "Is Victoire ready?"

"Not yet, she's doing her hair. Come in, sit down for a moment,"

Teddy followed Bill through to the sitting room, where Victoire's younger brother, Louis, was sat in the corner. Teddy nodded awkwardly at Louis, who nodded awkwardly back. They never had seen entirely eye to eye.

"Are you still planning on proposing tonight?" Bill asked, in a low voice.

"Yes, sir," Teddy said, equally quietly. "I have the ring here. He tapped his pocket. Bill smiled again. "Good luck to you, lad."

They were interrupted by a loud crash, and the door flew open. In stumbled a tall, thin girl, with bright pink hair. It took a moment for Teddy to recognise her as Dominique, Victoire's eighteen-year-old sister, who was five years Teddy's junior. Last time he saw her, her hair had been the same silvery blonde and Victoire.

"Hi Teddy," she beamed.

"Hey, Dom," Teddy said. "Liking the hair."

"Thanks, Mum and Nan hate it," Dom replied, happily.

"All the more reason to keep it," Teddy laughed, allowing his hair to resume it's favourite shade of turquoise.

"Of course. So, all set for the proposal?" Dom said, in a carrying voice. Bill and Teddy shushed her, urgently.

"Dominique Lisette Weasley, if you've told your sister..." Bill began.

"Relax, she doesn't know." Dominique cut him short. "And she won't hear me, either. The Fairy Princess is too busy staring at herself in the mirror." Dom began prancing around the room in a cruel, but accurate impersonation of her sister. Teddy stifled a grin as he caught Bill's eye. Bill shook his head, fondly, at his youngest daughter.

"What're you doing?" Teddy turned around. Victoire was stood in the doorway, looking stunning in a long, pale blue dress, embroidered with tiny flowers. Dominque stopped prancing around the room and stood still, sniggering. Victoire cast her eyes around the room, resting on Teddy.

"Why is it," she said "that every time you take me out, you insist on having a ridiculous colour for your hair?" Too late, Teddy remembered his hair was still turquoise.

"Whoops, sorry!" Teddy focused for a moment, and soon his hair was dark again from root to tip. Victoire's face softened.

"That's better,"

"Right," Teddy stood, and offered Victoire his arm. "Shall we go?"

"I thought you said you were planning something special?" Victoire whined, as Teddy pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron. "We always come here! I wouldn't have got all dressed up if I knew you were bringing me here!"
"It will be special. Just wait."
"If you want it to be special, why would you bring me to The Leaky Cauldron?"

"Because we had our first date here, dimwit. Now shut up and enjoy yourself."

His grandmother, Andromeda, often cast doubt on his relationship with Victoire. She thought she demanded too much, was too high maintenance, didn't understand him. Teddy didn't mind these things. After all, he enjoyed the challenge.
They were seated at the table, and Teddy ordered the most expensive bottle of wine in the pub.
"Splashing out a bit, aren't you?" Victoire raised an eyebrow.

"It's a special night."
"I fail to see what so special," Victoire sniffed. Teddy reached out and took her hand n his.
"Victoire, we've been together for four years now, and I think now it's time."
He sank to his knees and pulled out the small satin box, opening it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring, nestled in black velvet. He had wanted to give her his mother's wedding ring, but Andromeda refused.

"Will you marry me?"

For a gut-wrenching, heart-stopping moment, he thought she'd refuse. However, she jumped from her seat, and squealed that of course she would.