Chapter Four: Not Quite So Friendly
Teddy quietly got out of his bed, and tried not to interrupt his snoring roommates. He changed his hair back to brown before going down to the common room.
He smiled as he spied Victoire sitting on the couch.
"What are you doing up, Little Vicky?"
As he rounded the corner, to his surprise, Mikey was sitting on the floor in front of Victoire.
"Wotcher, Teddy!" Victoire greeted. Teddy tried not to show his surprise.
"Hi Teddy!" waved Mikey from his spot on the floor. "Couldn't sleep eh?"
"Something like that, yeah."
Victoire beamed at him as he sat on the opposite end of the couch.
"So, what are you talking about?" Teddy asked, looking from Victoire to Mikey.
"Mikey was telling me about where he used to live," Victoire said, a small blush creeping up on her face. Mikey grinned. Teddy scowled. "I knew he was American but I didn't realise he used to live in Salem! I'd love to go there!"
Mikey smiled. "Teddy, we were just getting up to have a snack."
As if on cue, a small house-elf appeared in the common room with a plate of sandwiches. "These are being for Miss Wheezy," she croaked, placing the sandwiches in Victoire's waiting hands.
"Thank you so much Mippy!"
Teddy fought a laugh as the house-elf nearly fell over in gratitude and popped away. Mikey took the first sandwich.
"Its peanut butter jelly time!" he sang and shoved the entire sandwich into his mouth.
Teddy had always liked Mikey; sure they were never the best of friends, but they had found common ground in hating Chris's snoring. He wasn't quite sure why, but tonight, Mikey was annoying him.
Victoire giggled and delicately bit into her own sandwich.
Yep, he was sure annoying him tonight.
"We call it jam," Teddy corrected, a sour look playing on his face.
"Jam, scones, sodding, ruddy, wotcher!" Mikey said, causing Victoire to erupt into very girly giggles. Teddy was sure he had never heard anything more ridiculous—and he spent a lot of his time at Uncle George's shop.
"Your accent is funny," Mikey said, wiping some jam on Victoire's leg.
Teddy glared at him, while Victoire shrieked.
"Mikey! You'd better run!" she threatened, and knocked the plate of sandwiches onto the floor as she stood. Teddy sighed as Mikey leapt over the table and Victoire began to chase him around the room.
Teddy was glad they were friends—it would be quite boring if his friends didn't get along with his best friend, wouldn't it? Something still bothered him about the whole situation.
With a flick of his wand, Teddy grabbed a sandwich and awkwardly waved to the pair who were now puffed and sitting on the couch. "Off to bed," Teddy said.
"Night, Teddy!" said Victoire, waving as she settled back into the couch, pulling out a book from underneath the pillow.
"I'll be up to bed soon," said Mikey, leaning forward and grabbing another sandwich.
Teddy trudged up the stairs and carefully snuck back into bed, grabbing his box from underneath the bed, before drawing his curtains. He pulled out the stack of photos that had accumulated and rifled through them until he found the one he was looking for. Teddy smiled as he watched he, Victoire and Dominique play with a young James before they all waved at the camera.
Teddy was glad Victoire had made friends. Teddy just hoped she remembered that they were friends first. Teddy shoved the box back under the bed and tucked the photo under his mattress and extinguished his light.
