ICN: I ship Victoire and Teddy so hard and I think they end up marrying and having kids and being super trendy parents who make all the other parents jealous.

HAIR: light blonde.

EYES: dark blue.

WAND: beech, unicorn hair, ten and a quarter inches.

Victoire Weasley smoothed down her neat robes and tucked a silky lock of hair behind her ear as she inched forward in the line of first-years. She couldn't quite stop the wide grin that formed across her face; she was finally here! No more worrying about whether she would be sent to Beauxbatons or Hogwarts, no more jealously watching Teddy pretend to duel invisible monsters with his wand at Christmas and enviously listening to his stories about midnight feasts and secret tunnels at Easter. She stroked her own wand, tucked into the pocket of her robes. She could hardly wait to start practicing with it.

She stepped forward another space as another student was Sorted into Ravenclaw, her excitement mounting. Victoire wasn't certain which house she would be in and she didn't particularly care, because she was sure she would settle in anywhere. One advantage of being both strikingly beautiful and effortlessly charming was that she made friends wherever she went. Victoire liked people, it was as simple as that. She had inherited her mother's flawless looks and her father's irresistible charisma, with excellent results.

She wouldn't have minded going to Beauxbatons either, really, except for the fact that she had no cousins going there. Her twin cousins on her mother's side, Philibert and Clémence, were only a few months old so that was no good to her. Here at Hogwarts she would have a steady stream of Weasley cousins to keep her company, as well as a ready-made friend in Teddy. Her sister and brother were too young to join her at Hogwarts until she was much older; Dom was six and Louis was just two. Vic adored her siblings but she was quite looking forward to spending some time away from them. Dom was an absolute terror, always jumping out from doorways and tugging on her older sister's hair. Louis was a quiet, tractable child, but he was already showing signs of magic. Victoire's parents were extremely preoccupied with their two younger children.

Plus, despite her excellent French, Vic definitely felt more at home speaking English. She had learned both languages in equal fluency throughout her childhood, with her Maman using French sporadically around the house and even Papa exclaiming it once in a while, much to Maman's amusement. Her grandparents refused to speak English when their daughter brought her family to visit every year, resulting in Victoire having to start every school year with a slight French accent from having spent weeks only speaking her mother's native language. In the extended Weasley family, though, English was the only language used, as at the specialist Wizarding primary school she had attended in Somerset.

Only one person was left standing in front of her now. Victoire let her eyes drift across to the teachers' table, where she caught the eye of Professor Longbottom, looking conspicuously young amongst his colleagues as he was only her Uncle Ron's age. He winked at her and she beamed back at him, remembering back to less than a week beforehand when he had joined them at the annual end-of-the-summer feast at the Burrow, along with his wife Hannah. He had sat opposite Vic at the table and informed her that he was starting at Hogwarts at the same time as her, albeit as a teacher, replacing the retired Professor Sprout. He had gotten her to promise that they would look out for one another and although she was well aware that he was just being nice - and as an ex-auror, certainly didn't need looking out for by an eleven-year-old girl - she had happily agreed.

Her attention snapped back to the Sorting Hat as she realised that the boy in front of her was gone. She watched him walk hesitantly to the stool and lower himself down next to Professor Vector. The hat was on his head for less than ten seconds before it pronounced him a Gryffindor. Victoire lifted her chin with an unconscious air of pride and grace courtesy of her Veela heritage; it was her turn.

She was walking forward even as Vector read out her name, pronouncing it perfectly, which prompted a pleased smile from Victoire. She made sure to carry herself well, remembering the deportment lessons her Mémé had given her during the holidays. As she turned to seat herself daintily on the stool, her sapphire eyes sought out the one familiar face in the room, finding it straight away as it was topped with a shock of tennis ball green curls. Teddy gave her the thumbs-up as she sat down and she beamed back at him, unsurprised that his hair had changed from being short and light blue on the train. There was a space next to him. Maybe she could sit there if she got into his house.

The Hat brushed her hair as it was lowered. She prepared herself for the little voice in her head but to her surprise, the garment barely touched her head before it gave its verdict:

"HUFFLEPUFF!"