Fleur Weasley
As Fleur slipped the pot roast into the oven, she heard the back door fling open, and then slam shut, and someone stomp up the stairs. Having a hunch of who it was, Fleur quickly slipped up the stairs. She went over to Victoire's door, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Fleur heard her daughter snap.
"Maman." Fleur gently called.
"Come in." Victoire called back, but this time, much more nicely.
Fleur softly opened the door, and walked to Victoire's bed. Victoire was lying on her stomach, her head buried in the pillows.
"What is wrong?" Fleur asked gently, as she sat on the edge of Victoire's bed.
"Teddy." Victoire said simply.
"What did Teddy do?" Fleur gently prodded.
"I thought he was finally going to tell me he lived me, but he didn't!" Victoire now was sitting up, giving her mum a look of hopeless confusion.
"Oh." Fleur smiled. "And how do you know zat he likes you?"
"Mum, everyone knows he likes me." Victoire said matter-of-factly. Fleur laughed. "And James told me."
"Well, I hope zat you didn't tell Dominique zat you like Teddy." Victoire smiled.
"Why would I do such a stupid thing like that?" Fleur laughed at her daughter.
"Well maybe it wouldn't be zuch a bad zing if he knew." Fleur pointed out. "Zen maybe he would have more courage."
"He's a Gryffindor for heavens sake." Victoire pointed out.
"Yes, but zis is ze matter of ze heart." Fleur explained. "You can't rush or prod it."
"I know." Victoire sighed. "But it'd be nice if he would just hurry up."
"I know, love. But when he does, it'll be worth it."
"I know, Mum. Thank you." Victoire went over to Fleur, and hugged her.
"It is no problem." Fleur hugged Victoire. "I love to help you." Fleur then stood up, and went over to the door. "Dinner will be in ten minutes."
"Okay, Mum." Fleur shut the door behind her, and smiled to herself. Her daughter had fallen in love.
-A mother gives her child good advice-
