A/N: I have newfound respect for anyone who writes drabbles with a word limit. It's a challenge to get everything I want to say in. But it's a challenge I enjoy, at least. (: Thank you for the review and to those who favorited/alerted this. It's greatly appreciated!
Prompt: Sentimental
Teddy has to admit; Victoire looks good as she sidles into the seat across from him. Her corn silk hair is tied back at the nape of her neck, a quill peeking out from behind her ear. Wound around her neck is her old Ravenclaw scarf. She's done well for herself, he can tell.
When the waiter comes by, they both order Firewhiskeys. Victoire takes hers gratefully when it comes, downing half of it in the first drink. After seeing his surprise, she quickly explains she's just stressed, juggling work and helping her younger sister, Dominique, plan her wedding.
Teddy learns Victoire is living with her current boyfriend, although she uses the title boyfriend in "the loosest form of the word." This makes Teddy smirk; same old Victoire, afraid of commitment.
The drinks keep coming and soon Teddy finds himself talking about how he can't hold down a job on account of his temper. He was at the Daily Prophet headquarters earlier that day for an interview but didn't get the job. Victoire touches his hand with sympathy. Teddy notices her hands are ink-stained. For some reason, this makes him nostalgic.
The two keep talking into the night about old times when they were close until the empty glasses on the table outnumber coherent sentences. Teddy apparates them both back to his flat, knowing she's in no fit state to be off on her own.
"You know, Teddy, I've missed you." Victoire slurs before passing out sprawled across his couch.