"I miss you," Teddy whispered into the phone. Victoire wiped away a tear.
"I miss you too," she said. "But we promised this couldnt happen. We dont work."
"We could try," Teddy said. "We can always try."
Victoire breathed out slowly as she entered her younger sister's house. Her sister had married young, too young if you asked Victoire, and she was already pregnant with her second daughter. 21 years old and almost had a family of four. Whereas Victoire had no one, not even Teddy. When the breakup was official, things just became awkward. Then they started talking about what they should do to tell Vic's family, and Victoire got annoyed. She was just so stressed out in preparing for that evening, that she lost it after Teddy said that they shouldn't tell them, that she yelled at him to just get out. Maybe it was a bit harsh, but Victoire seriously regretted it now. They had such a healthy breakup; Victoire was hoping that they could still be friends. She blew that.
"Victoire!" Dominique said in her thick French accent. "It is so good of you to visit! I missed you! How are things?"
"Just fine Dom," Victoire said, as she embraces her sister.
"How is work? And Teddy?" Dominique asked. Victoire paled.
"I'm actually moving to New York for my work. Just for a while," she said, ignoring the Teddy art.
"Oh that is wonderful!" Dominique said, clapping her hands. "What does Teddy think?"
"Does it matter what he thinks?" Victoire said nervously.
"Of course! He is your boyfriend!" Dominique said aghast.
"Actually…" Victoire took a breath. "He's not. We broke up last night."
"That's horrible," Dominique said, her face turning sad.
"It's really ok," Victoire assured her. "We kind of broke up with each other at the same time." Victoire let out a small laugh. Dominique nodded.
"Come inside," Dominique said, gesturing for her to enter their home. "Your goddaughter is waiting." Victoire beamed and went to go see her two year old goddaughter.
"Hey Isabelle," Victoire said, as she was greeted more than enthusiastically by the small blonde girl.
"Vicky!" she shrieked. "It's you!" Victoire laughed.
"Yes," Victoire said, hugging Isabelle. "It's me."
"Bu where's Uncle Teddy?" Isabelle asked, bewildered. Victoire bit her lip, and then shrugged. Isabelle nodded, and then got up.
"Want to see my butterfly dance?" Isabelle cried, then without a reply, began dancing around the room like a butterfly. Victoire smiled and watched Isabelle dance, but something gnawed inside her, something she couldn't place. It didn't matter. Soon she'd be in New York as a muggle journalist, and she would have plenty of time to think about it.