Author's Note:

New chapter! :) Enjoy!

Vic dated some guys, dumping them after five days at max, Dom found love with a muggle, Louis started being all protective of his sisters. It was the night before the wedding, and even if Victoire was now twenty six, her views hadn't changed at all. The two of them were drinking and they were both completely drunk. The next morning Vic discovered that Teddy had just cheated on Tina… with her. It was the wedding morning and he had slept with another woman. "Great way for him to start a wedding." She said, to herself, deciding to disappear before causing more mayhem. She just left a note, for him to find on the pillow. "Saying goodbye is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow." then she arrived at Shell Cottage, took her things and two hours after, she was gone. When Teddy woke up and found the note with the all too familiar handwriting, he got dressed and ran to Shell Cottage, saying he needed Vic's help to dress properly. Fleur had gone to wake up her daughter, only to find the room without any of the photographs, with none of her clothes, completely empty. Only the bed, desk, shelves, closet were there, but there was nothing. Not a book, not a quill, not a sock, not a trace she had ever been there. Fleur knew why her daughter had vanished, and that it was because she could have never bared to see Teddy married to another. Teddy was dumbfounded, because only there, in that moment, he realized who really kept his heart and that he was gripping desperately to that note not because he needed a friend. "I have to go tell Tina." He said out loud. "She can't see you before the wedding, it's bad luck." Dom said, appearing out of nowhere. "Thank you, but I don't care, Dom. See you." He apparated in front of Tina's house and went in. "My son-in-law to-be!" A woman exclaimed. "I'm sorry, can I speak with Tina a moment?"
"Naturally!" Teddy stepped in Tina's room and suddenly all the pink made him feel sick. "Tina, take that dress off, we're not getting married."

"Sorry, my Teddy bear?"
"Tina, I'm sorry. This is going nowhere."
"What do you mean, my darling?"
"I mean I'm not your darling anymore. I don't love you."

"It's for her, isn't it? The French Veela b****."

"She's not a bitch, she's not French and no, it's nothing to do with Victoire." He lied. Partly, it had to do with her. "You're leaving me like this? The day of our wedding?" she tried to do puppy eyes. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I know I'm a horrible person, but if I said I loved you, it'd be a lie."

"Stop it! You're breaking up with me!"
"No Tina, I already broke up with you. I'm sorry. Goodbye, I hope you find everything you're looking for." At that point, he had to run so the hot pink shoe with 95 cm of heel would miss him. He wanted to keep his message a secret, but he also knew he needed somebody smart to understand it for him. That was why he impatiently waited the Christmas break and went to Platform 9 and ¾. "Ron, Hermione, I need to speak about work with Rose, can I come to yours?" he asked them. "Sure. We'd love to have you there, Teddy. Will you stay for dinner?" Hermione asked, with a smile. "I don't know, it depends on how much she can tell me about something."

"Good." They arrived at Ron and Hermione's and Teddy and Rose closed themselves in her room. "So, what is this fuss about?" she asked. "When Vic ran away… we uhm… the night before… we were drunk…"
"Yeah, I get it. What about Victoire, though?"

"Well, that morning, when I woke up, there was this on the pillow and she was gone."
"I had no idea Vic had read Romeo and Juliet." She said, after reading it. "Sorry?"
"Romeo and Juliet? Don't you know the story?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"Well, this is part of it."

"And what could it mean?"
"Loads of things. Maybe she's in Verona. I don't know, but it's really sweet either way."
"Why is it sweet?"
"Because… uh! Romeo and Juliet were in love and they died for it. You should read more Shakespeare."

"… Okay? Well, so, tell me any meaning she could have put in that?"
"Well, put in words nowadays it's sort of like saying goodbye is such a sweet pain, that I'll go to sleep until it'll be tomorrow. She could've meant it like it was a sweet pain leaving you, that's for sure, but I'll go to sleep… it could mean she's suicide, but I doubt it… I'd say she's saying goodnight… a sort of goodbye of the day she's into go in a new happier one."
"Go on…"

"The days are meant as chapter of her life, and you were part of one, but she meant to go on and leave everybody behind. It's a sweet sorrow, leaving you, and our family, but saying goodnight till it be morrow means she's moving on. She's gone here to go somewhere else, somewhere she reckons she'll be happier. Either way, she truly loved you."
"Thanks. Rose, where do you think she is?"
"Well…" she said, shaking her head. "If I had to tell you by this message, I'd definitely say she was in Verona, but it's also true that not everything can be based on the message. I'd look for her in England. Scotland. Wales. Maybe Ireland."

"Okay. How?"

"I don't know, do I? Ask around. If you want, I can put photos of her on the internet."

"On the what?"
"It's a popular thing for muggles. I'll put a photo and ask to call you if they find her."
"Thanks Rose. You're the best." She smiled. "Oh, can you lend me that book?"
"Sure." She got up, searched in her bookshelves for a minute and then gave it to him. "Good luck."

"Thanks." He ran out, barely saying goodbye to Ron, Hugo and Hermione.

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