THE SECOND OF MAY, 2010-
Victoire lay on the sand, staring at the little flowery windmill which Lucy and Molly given her as a birthday present. After she'd opened her present, Victoire had escaped outside to plant the object into one of the dunes. After some scouring, she'd eventually found the spot close to Dobby's grave, with a perfect view of the sea. For a few seconds, the windmill stood silent and still, as if waiting for something. Then, the breeze shifted slightly, and with a whirr the fans began spinning quite happily.
In half an hour they would be leaving for the memorial service. Normally they wouldn't go, but this year Victoire had specifically asked. She still wasn't sure why: something had been nagging her to go, to see what it was like, now she new about the war and Uncle Harry and you-know-who.
She'd also thought that maybe Teddy could be there, but when she had casually asked her dad if Hogwarts students went, he had replied that they didn't.
This had ruined her plans a bit, and so her 10th Birthday had indeed turned into her first without Teddy. She would see Sophia and Jenny later, and almost all her cousins, but Teddy was the person she wanted to see the most, and that wouldn't happen until July!
The thought of Teddy at Hogwarts both excited and scared her. In his infrequent letters to Victoire, he'd told her all about the houses, and the staircases and written some very funny descriptions of teachers. Victoire couldn't wait to go herself. But when she considered all the new friends he'd make, she worried that things would be different when he got back.
Teddy was her best friend, but was she Teddy's best friend? Victoire considered this question for a moment. Was it possible that she wasn't? Yes, she thought it was. Teddy had told her not that long ago that Jimmy Bones was his best friend. Victoire sighed. But- perhaps its possible to have more than one best friend? Yes, you could, Victoire counted the people she thought could be her best friend and it passed five fingers on her hand.
Eventually, Victoire concluded the problem was this: Perhaps Teddy did not want a best friend who was two years younger than him and a girl. He might find her annoying. What worried Victoire the most was if he might consider her as a sister. That wouldn't be good, she thought, though she didn't quite know why.
Victoire could remember when they were younger and Teddy had told her that if she wanted they could get married. She was about four then but for a long time (about four years) she had told most people she was going to marry Edward Lupin. When she was around eight she had realised that this wasn't the case, because now she was too embarrassed to ask him if he knew when the wedding would be. The topic was dropped and the subject of love had never again been broached by the pair. It was strictly best friends, or maybe just ordinary friends.
The windmill still whirred away, the gentle spring sun filtering through and throwing flowery patterns on the sand.
Living by the sea was probably her favourite thing about life, Victoire thought to herself. It was the prettiest place in every season. Even on bleak days going on a walk along the beach with her family was lots of fun. In the summer, she could swim every day, or nearly. Her friends liked coming round her house to play the most, which made her feel very proud in a funny sort of way.
A bit cheered up, Victoire picked herself up from the sand and made her way back down to the house.
A/N: I had two chapters written, so thought i'd go ahead and post them both at once. This one is absolutely titchy and not even sure if I like it, so- sorry about that:)
Hope you're enjoying it! Would love reviews!
BETTY x
(just read through this again and found loads of mistakes, whoopsie, clearly spelling isnt my thing)