Written for the Modly Comp at the HPFC

Is this happy/humorous enough? All I could manage for ages was endless angst, so this is a definite improvement.

Words: 660 without AN (I used the wiggle room 'till I could wiggle no more)

House: Gryffindor

Wand: N/A

Subject: History of Magic

Option: A

Task: "Cast a Warming Charm! Write a happy, humorous or heart-warming story with the aim to warm your readers. Since you'll be falling asleep soon, your maximum word limit is 600 words. Stipulation: no smut. It makes this particular Charm harder to control."

Score: I'd like my score for each category please!

Also written for the Setting Boot Camp Challenge, with the prompt "that would be enough."

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With a rusted, well, everything and a weathered paint job, the ancient Ford Anglia is less than perfect. With each crevice crawling with vines, the trunk harboring all sorts of vegetation, and the leathery backseat catering to a rotting owl carcass, the car is deemed in need of a fixing-up.

Teddy, fifteen years old with no mechanical experience, takes up the task eagerly. Day and night he slaves over the thing with Victoire accompanying him upon his request. With the sun glaring down on the partially painted hood, Victoire is convinced he's got no clue what he's doing.

"Hey, kelp for brains, do you even know what this does?" she asks, holding what looks like a bent hammer with half a head.

"Yes, that is a crowbar, and I'd like it back, thank you very much."

She pouts and turns on her heel, sauntering up the hill and back into the towering house, muttering to herself all the while.

The next time she sees him with the car is not a few days later when he enlists her help. Or, as he puts it, "mere assistance."

"I'll show you mere assistance..." she mutters, heading to where he stood in front of the car.

The hood is up, hiding what is surely a flushed face smeared with black and blotched with an assortment of bruises from what he dismisses as 'learning wounds.'

With an almost imperceivable sigh he turns to her and asks, "Vic, could you c'mere please?" in a bright tone that she can tell is forced by its unusual edge.

Too cheerfully does she reply, "Why, of course!"

For her efforts she receives a weak scowl, to which she grins cheekily and leans under the hood to see what he's so interested about before he halts her investigation.

"Grab me that... uh, thing there."

"This?" she asks, holding up what she suspects is a hammer.

He replies with a kind of approving "Uh hm," to which she scowls.

"Thank you, Mister Unhelpful."

"I'm sorry if I'm too busy working to define every tool you're unfamiliar with, Miss Weasley."

Her scowl deepens at this. "Well excuse me, Mr Lupin, if I don't care to know every bloody tool you can't seem to get for yourself!" she retorts.

His every muscle stiffens at her words. Too late does she realize what she's said to upset him so.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

He cuts across her, "You think I'm lazy?"

"W—what?"

"You said I can't get them myself. Did it ever occur to you that I like you here? That I enjoy your company so much to invite you everyday?" he asks, staring at her with unnerving blue eyes.

So distracted by the intensity of the eyes that so resemble raging seas of vicious tides and rain, she finds herself lost for words. Using this as an opportunity, he steps closer. So close that she can see every swipe of grey in his endless eyes and observe every glint of gold in his blond locks.

With his breath ghosting across her dampened lips and sending shivers down her spine, he drags a thumb against her cheek.

"Did it ever occur to you that you mean everything to me? More than this car, more than myself, more than anything in the world? That you could never love me enough to say you love me, but come down to this garage and watch me while I work at this excuse to see you everyday and that would be enough for me?"

"I—uh—it's... I—I j—just... I—Tedd—" she stumbles over each word, struggling to comprehend what that all means.

"What, Victoire?"

"I—I do love you," she whispers, watching as the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

"I knew you'd say that."

Their lips connect and dance together then, and everything is perfect.

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