Disclaimer: I don't own this.

Duh.

This whole fic is based around something Victoire finds, right at the end of chapter 3...I'll photobucket the piece of art that inspired me after the story is finished, but sadly the artist is lost in the realms of time...if you know who it is, and you tell me, I'll properly love you forever.

Er...so yeah, this is a three-shot, and here is your first chapter. Second chapter will update somewhere between Wednesday and Friday, 3rd chapter on Saturday or Sunday depending on when I'm next alone XD okay...so...here goes.

OH WAIT.

Please review :)

The flat was quiet and empty - nothing but the humming of the fridge in the darkness, a low, familiar sound that Teddy didn't even notice any more.

Teddy dropped his bags on the floor and threw his keys on the side. They clattered, echoing.

Humming to himself, Teddy headed into the kitchen and retrieved a carton of orange juice from the fridge. Its blue light illuminated the wireless in the corner, waiting to be turned on. Teddy sighed and poured himself some juice, emptying the carton and drinking it up in one long draught. It clinked onto the sideboard.

"And he said OWW! It's the music of my souuuul!"

Spontaneously, Teddy began to sing, wildly out of tune, banging out the drum beat on the doorframe as he passed through it and into his bedroom.

Bouncing onto the bed, he continued the tune.

"Let's play baaall, and keep that soul aliiiiiight!" He rolled over and unlocked his bedside cabinet, pulling out some papers.

"Ohh! It's my souuul toniiiiiiight!"

Grinning to himself, Teddy stuck the papers in an envelope and put them in his inner pocket, springing off his bed and down the corridor before opening his front door.

Victoire was standing there, dressed at her most sensible in jeans and a green cardigan, her finger poised over the doorbell.

"Timing, batman." she said, relaxing into a smile.

"Good evening, escargot," said Teddy, kissing her teasingly, "ready for tea with dear old grandmama?"

Victoire laughed.

"Whose happy pills have you stolen?" she asked, "and yes, yes I am."

"Which reminds me," said Teddy as they set off down the hallway, "can we nip to an Owlery first? I need to post this."

He produced the unsealed letter. Victoire read the front.

"Why are you sending letters to Dominique?" she asked, taking it off him and examining it, "can I read it?"

Teddy's eyes turned bright green, and his lips quirked up into an unconcious smile.

"Spose," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

Victoire gave him a funny look and opened the letter, scanning it swiftly.

Dominique, it read,

Salutations from the real world!

I have a favour...question...favour thing to ask you.

Thing is....I'm going to ask your sister to marry me (DON'T go screaming about yet, I haven't finished the bloody sentence!) and I was kinda hoping that you, as her beloved sister et cetera could possibly gift me with some tips to make it peach perfect for my one and only?

Enjoying 7th year?

Teddy

"Oh, Teddy," said Victoire, blushing furiously, "does this mean-"

She gestured in the general direction of the parchment.

"Spose I won't need to be sending that any more then?" said Teddy, scratching the back of his neck.

"No!" said Victoire, flinging her arms around his neck.

"By which," said Teddy, eyes glowing violet, "I assume you mean yes."

That last line...is it too confusing?

I mean yes to the proposal, of course...it isn't obvious, but I just scrapped a whole paragraph of mush, and I really wanted to get this up tonight..so...deal.

I'm really sad, I used to properly love this chapter. it seems really...not interesting now. HOWEVER, chapter two is written and ready to be up soon! So REVIEW!! It's added motivation :D