For sick-atxxheart's 100 Times Challenge
Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form are these characters mine.
When Victoire Chose Hugo
One of his fondest memories was back at the Burrow when he was eight. By that time, five of them had gone off to Hogwarts and the Burrow was becoming quieter and quieter. Or it was quiet until Christmas came around and everybody came home and Grandma Molly insisted on having everybody over for Christmas. Then it was no longer quiet.
So when Louis and Dominique came home, James wanted nothing more then to play Quidditch with since, since he'd been craving it so much since they'd been gone. "Come on," he whined, "just one little game."
"Okay." Dominique had given in easily. Everybody knew that she favoured James over nearly everybody else. "We'll spit into teams them. James is on mine."
"Cool!" he exclaimed. "Who's the other captain?"
"Victoire can be," Molly said in hopes that she'd actually be picked first this time.
The eldest cousin looked up from the book she was reading. "Oh joy, Quidditch."
"Stop being so bitter," thirteen year old Dominique said with a roll of her eyes. "Just pick a player so I can choose another."
"Fine," Victoire huffed as she put down her book and walked over to them. "I'll take Louis."
Hugo watched as the only blonde male Weasley jumped up from his spot on the ground and went to stand beside his sister. "Fred's mine," Dominique said as she pulled the small redhead boy towards her with a grin.
Victoire eyed her remain cousins with a grin. Beside him Lily was waiting anxiously knowing that she'd be picked next because, as she put it, was the next best. Lucy wasn't even paying attention but playing with some bugs she'd found on the ground while Roxanne sat there patiently to be called after Lily because that's where she was always called.
Hugo knew the order well. Teddy (if he was there), Dominique, James, Louis, Fred, Victoire (if she wasn't captain), Lily, Roxanne, Albus, Rose, Molly, Lucy (if she actually wanted to play) and then himself. He was always last.
"I'll take Hugo," Victoire said suddenly.
Lily nudged him and he looked up at her, "What was that for?"
"Victoire choseyou," she told him bitterly. He looked at his eldest cousin who was smiling at him kindly and as he walked towards her he heard the quiet whispers of Lily and Roxanne saying, "Victoire should know the order by now," and "I can't believe he was chosen over me."
But Hugo couldn't care less. He'd been chosen by Victoire before most of the others and that's all that really mattered to him.
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