Victoire crumpled, her anger giving out to sorrow.
"Why did you do it, Teddy?" she whispered to herself.
She curled up on a loveseat, and began crying.
At first, she cried for the matter at hand. The matter of Teddy (her fiancée)cheating on her. Her lost love.
Then, she began crying from all the heartache she had gathered over the years.
From her so-called friends (Aren't you supposed to be a Veela, and aren't Veela gorgeous?), from her boyfriends (I can't do this, Victoire. I just… I can't keep myself interested in you!), and even from her cousins (We can all keep Teddy's attention, but poor poor Victoire can't!).
An hour later, and the clock chimed twice. She cast a quick glamour charm on herself, and apparated away with a barely-audible pop!.
She landed with a stumble right in front of the wards of Shell Cottage. Stepping past them, she immediately felt a weight lift from her shoulders - her parents, could, no doubt, help her.
Victoire took one more deep breath before knocking twice -and only twice- on the door.
Within seconds, Fleur Weasley threw the door open and nearly smashed her daughter's face.
"Oh, Victoire!" she cried happily, "how good it is to see you. You have not come around in a while, dearest." Fleur's English, although much better than it once was, still had the slightest French accent to it.
"Um, yes Mother, I - may I come in?" Victoire stumbled over her words, not quite sure how to talk.
"Of course, dear… Of course… Come along now, it's almost time for tea! Do stay and chat with your father and I for a bit, dear," rambled her mother, herding Victoire into the house.
Victoire gravitated toward the living room, a cozy place with several armchairs and loveseats, a permanent roaring fire for the floo, and a bookshelf full of books in various languages. Bill Weasley sat in an armchair near the back of the room, simply sitting and thinking. When his daughter walked in, he arose and gave her a hug.
"Would you like a cuppa, dear?" asked Fleur.
"Y-yes, indeed, Mother. And then I would have a question for you and Daddy.
With a wave of her wand, a steaming mug of Earl Grey tea appeared in front of Victoire. She cradled it gently and avoided eye contact with either parent.
Her father, sensing her nervousness, prompted her to begin.
"Well, Victoire. You need our advice?"
She started, and looked up from her mug.
"Y-Yes, Daddy," she stammered before taking a deep breath and beginning.
"See, Daddy. Earlier today, I found Teddy and Lily (yes, Lily Luna Potter) in my bed, after I had come home from my morning run. I may have been acting too brash, but I lost my temper. I kicked them out, told him I never wanted to see him again…"
Her parents listened quietly as she poured her heart out to them, gazing straight her. Two pairs of blue eyes -one a clear azure, the other a pale baby blue- pierced her own French-blue eyes, never wavering. When she finished her story, they sat there in quiet contemplation.
"You're wedding was in two weeks time," murmured her mother, "I cannot believe the nerve of this man."
Bill was not so understanding.
"Why I ought to-"
He did not get very far before his wife cut him off primly.
"You will not do a thing, William, unless it involves informing Harry of this. The rest of this will be dealt with between Victoire and I, and you will not interfere. Understood?"
"Very well, then, dear. Victoire, my darling, I will always support you no matter what. If you ever want me to kill the boy, all you have to do is say 'please,' alright?" And with those final wards, he spun on his heel and apparated away with a dramatic pop!, presumably to Victoire's Uncle Harry's home in Godric's Hollow.
"Now then, Tor," her mother smirked, "how shall we proceed?"
A/N: I know this chapter was kind of boring, but please forgive me. I needed to add some… bulk, per se, to the storyline. Revenge is sweet, my dears, revenge is sweet. So we see in this chapter - Bill and Fleur Weasley! Also; I imagine that since Victoire is so …eh, that she would go running every morning, then stay out for lunch maybe before coming back, so she comes home around one on weekends / during non-work days. Also, in this story, Victoire is 24, Teddy is 28, and Lily is 18. I didn't use any of the prompts in this chapter, but they will be used, and so will the quote, obviously. I just haven't figured out when.
So, comments?