For Victoire Gabrielle Apolline Weasley, life was utter perfection, because, she attended an amazing School, had an amazing family, amazing friends, amazing grades, amazing everything else. She was beautiful, inside and out. Like her siblings, she inherited the Veela genes from her mother, making her one of the most beautiful women to grace Hogwarts halls since Beauxbatons visited when her mother was still at school. In personality, she was a mix of her Mother, Fleur, and Molly Weasley, her grandmother.
Being the eldest Weasley child, excluding Teddy, she tended to mother her younger relatives and amek sure they were tip-top shape. She loved to cook like her Grandmother, but agreed with her Mother that the British cooked their meat to much, unlike her siblings Dominique and Louis, who were a sucker for medium rare beef.
At School she was top of her year at almost everything apart from Sports, because, although she kept her body in good shape by eating healthily, the only exercise she was good at was long distance running, and she only did that for about half a term at Hogwarts, but she missed several lessons because she'd broken her wrist trying to fly on her sister's new broom, which she failed at strongly. Although, despite her accident,
she loved watching Quidditch, supporting Ravenclaw, her house, especially when Teddy was playing, even though he was in Hufflepuff.
The Pantry was quiet, and barely anyone ever went there. Victoire liked to sit on the large window sill and listen to the gentle hum of the washing mashine, whilst she reflected on how good her life was. Often, the Weasley's blue-eyed tabby cat, Tibbles, would sit on the washing machine and gave Victoire company whilst she was in the pantry.
That's why she loved the pantry. It was isolated from the rest of the house, yet, no-one is too far away. She has the peace and quiet she needs, away from George, Fred and Roxy's pranks, away from the bustle in the kitchen with Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Angelina, Fleur, Audrey and Molly, away from the noise of the familly room, with Albus and Hugo's annual rowdy Chess games against Harry and Ron, away from the Quidditch matches with Uncle Charlie, James, Domi, Lily and Louis, away from the Weasley men in the garden, including Harry and Teddy, disscussing news, Quidditch, the sort, and away from Rose, Hermione, Percy and Lucy debating on School and their study at Hogwarts.
At gatherings, like Christmas, Easter, Birthdays, Sunday Roasts, New Years Eve, and Summer barbeques, when the noise of the house becomes too much for her, she slips away and makes herself comfy on the ledge, often sneaking a cushion from the living room with her, she relaxes and pets Tibbles, feeding him cat treats, one of the many reasons he's so fat.
From the window, she can watch her Uncle Charlie, James, Domi, Lily and Louis flying in the orchard and George, Fred and Roxy planning to prank the group of men talking. And she can see through the other window, which has a view into the kitchen, the various Weasley women preparing the food, or rather, Mrs Weasley, Angelina, Fleur, Audrey and Molly preparing the food, and Ginny trying to sneak tit-bits from the platters without anyone noticing.
She loved in there, it was her little spot since a young age, when she grew irritable of babies cries, she would often pester her Mother to take her there, and it became a habit. Not that she minded.