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Victoire Lisette Weasley- September 1, 2012
"Dad, stop staring down every boy that looks at me," Victoire said as she shielded her face in embarrassment.
"No! It's completely warranted. You're eleven, Vic, and some of these boys are seventeen. If any of them try anything, I want you to hex their bollocks off and-," Bill was interrupted by a purse to the back of his head.
"William Arthur! Language!" Molly Weasley scolded. She was a head shorter than her son but he still looked sheepish under her reprimands. Her face brightened as she looked at Victoire, "My first Grandbaby at Hogwarts!" Molly Weasley exclaimed. She kissed her granddaughter on her gold-red hair.
"Gran," Vic said with a sheepish smile. Her grandmother beamed at her and then she began to cry.
"I can remember when you were just born and-," Molly's words jumbled together and soon became unintelligible alltogether. She was taken aside by Fleur, who had quickly conjured a handkerchief.
"Don't worry, Vic," Charlie said as he wrapped his arm around his niece, "She did the same thing when Bill left for Hogwarts. After that whole debacle I figure she just waits until she gets home to cry," he said.
"So, are you ready to represent the old Scarlet-n-Gold?" Charlie asked.
Until then, Victoire hadn't even thought about what house she had wanted to be in. Gryffindor was tradition for the Weasley Clan so she hadn't given any thought at all really. She began to panic as she evaluated herself. She wasn't especially brave. She was damn loyal but what person who grew up in a big family isn't loyal? She wasn't sure if just the loyalty would cut it.
"I guess," she said, unconvincing.
Charlie picked up on his niece's uncertainty, "but of course Ravenclaw's not bad either," he said, leaving the statement up in the air.
"Wait, you mean a Weasley can be a non-Gryffindor?" Vic asked in genuine surprise. She figured the Sorting Hat saw the red haired, freckled faces and directed them toward the Gryffindor table immediately.
"Yeah!" Charlie said, "My dad had a cousin, Gilbert Weasley. He was a Hufflepuff. He was pretty cool. I think he moved to the US and became a worked at their Department of Magic.
"You're joking? Why don't they talk about him more?" Vic asked.
Charlie shrugged. He walked off and Fleur joined Vic.
"Okay sweetie. Zee train will be leaving for 'Ogwarts in a little while. I want you to write you fazer and I everyday. Twice a day if you would like," Fleur said. A tear came to her eye and she conjured another handkerchief. She tucked a strand of Victoire's hair back behind her ear and gave her a slightly wet kiss on the cheek.
"Je t'aime, maman," Victoire told her mom.
"Je t'aime trop, mon coeur," Fleur said as she kissed her daughter again.
"I love it when you guys speak French," Bill said as he walked up behind his wife. He wiped away a tear on Victoire's cheek that she hadn't known was there.
"Be sweet to all of your teachers, especially Flitwick. He's keen on giving out extra homework. Oh, and don't embarrass the Weasley Clan, eh," Charlie said.
"She can't do any worse than Fred and George did," Molly said as she hugged her granddaughter, "Christmas is only a couple of months away."
The last whistle blew and Vic made her way to the train door. She loaded her trunk and her cat carrier that held her longhaired Persian, Hecuba. She stepped onto the train and waved through a window as it progressed forward. She was in an empty compartment. Or, rather, she thought it was empty.
"Sup, Vic," said a familiar voice to her left. "Ahhh!" she yelled drawing her wand. She had been standing on her trunk to wave out of the window but she lost her balance. She was on the ground with an unmistakable pain in her arse. And when she looked up she noticed another pain in her arse.
"Hi, Teddy," Victoire said with chagrin. She wiped her face and fixed her hair. Stop It! she yelled at herself, you hate him, stop primping yourself! Teddy was already wearing his robes. He had a Chudley Cannons button on his front lapel, and he smelled like something Vic couldn't put her finger on.
"Ready for Hogwarts?" he asked. He seemed not at all interested in the conversation and he actually seemed to be waiting for someone else.
"Yeah, I guess… what's that smell?" she asked, curiosity taking over.
He looked at her and shrugged, "I don't know maybe it's my gu-," he looked out of the glass door as a boy, no older than fifteen, walked by, "Oi! Jimmy! Wait up, you git!" he said as he catapulted from the compartment, owl cage and trunk in tow.
Vic was insulted. He didn't even finish his sentence. She looked around. His scent still lingered and she soon found the culprit. His gum must have fallen from his back pocket because there it sat on the bench. She smelled it. It was peppermint. She held it to her nose and put a piece of it in her mouth. She couldn't stop herself from smiling.
"Oh and Vic," came a voice. She almost choked on the gum she was chewing on.
"Yeah?" she sputtered.
"See you at the Gryffindor table," he said with a wink. Merlin did she hate him.
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