*insert long string of apologies here*

Life's been a mess, both in this site and out. Homework's been depressingly frequent...tests all the more so...and yeah. And meanwhile, I've discovered the wonders of HPFC, and challenges with due dates obviously take precedence over something like this.

So I've finally been able to come back to my first story, *applause*, and I'm incredibly relieved that I've actually found the time to un-ignore this thing.

I suppose I'll just do all of the Bill/Fleur bunch now, starting with Victoire. And btw, I've managed to make this one somewhat shorter than the old ones. XD So as not to bore you lovely people.

(And then will be the Scamanders, then the Percy/Audrey kids, then the George/Angelina batch...and yikes. That's everyone, isn't it? I would do Teddy too, but that would just be much too sad. So after all that, I'll either do repeats, OCs, or different gens. But that's waaay too far in the future to even consider.)

Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Thank you to my readers, and reviews would, as always, be welcomed gratefully.


Dear Dad,

Please don't tell Mum - she'd throw a fit, I tell you - but my hair now goes no further than the top of my shoulders. You see my problem, don't you? Don't you? Mum would say it's probably Teddy's fault, because everything is Teddy's fault; the issue here is that this time...she's right. Indirectly, it was that fifth-year Slytherin whose last name I can't for the life of me remember (except that it starts with an X and ends with a Z). The thing is, though, if we're talking about "indirectly", it really was Teddy's fault after all. Or...or even mine. But you know, regardless, I'm perfectly all right with short hair, so don't worry about me. Really.

Fine then. I actually am...incredibly upset. It sounds immensely shallow, but I miss my hair. I swear I could murder Teddy (if Professor Longbottom hadn't already punished him by putting him in detention with the X-Z idiot). And oh dear, Mum's really going to murder me. If only I could magically regrow it...but Madam Pomfrey simply can't. Charms, spells, potions...none of them seem to work on me. In fact, the third obscure growth incantation that she tried...it turned my hair turquoise. I looked like Teddy himself for half an hour until Madam Pomfrey figured out how to change it back. You know, it's because my hair is just...different. And I don't know what to do now. I honestly don't.

It actually happened in the hallway between Charms and Potions class this morning. Teddy was walking with me; he wanted to prove that he could keep a bubble of Drooble's from popping for at least five minutes. I'm guessing that he was also looking for an excuse to ditch History of Magic, but he wouldn't really. (Teddy simply doesn't skive off. No, that's really the truth.) But then we bumped into that Slytherin in his year, and it suddenly turned awkward. That bloody prat made some awfully snide remark involving my failed Qudditch tryout the other day...but there was no need for him to mention it even if it was that abysmal. (I think the attempt to make the team was my first act of teenage rebellion - which makes no sense because I simply can't play to the level of...everybody else in the family. To make a terribly long story short, I tried out for Keeper since I thought it seemed the least dangerous. Except when we started, all the Chasers typically started gaping and fell off their brooms, and I was so shocked that I fell off too. And it hurt. Really badly...I think I burst into tears afterwards. No idea why I'm in Gryffindor, I tell you.)

Teddy then popped his bubble - shame, he'd been blowing it for four minutes and thirty seconds - and drew his wand at X-Z. I'm rather sure that the two of them have had some random rivalry for a while now. (Something to do with a Gryffindor-Slytherin double Potions lesson and multiple firecrackers...but don't take my word for it. It's just a rumor.) Anyways, it wasn't for me that Teddy attacked X-Z. I was just the excuse for him to tear that idiot into pieces. So then they started dueling in the corridor. Quite stupid, really. Seemed like the only spell X-Z could do was Aguamenti. Not painful in the least. And I don't know what Teddy was trying to do, but it obviously wasn't working. I tried to break them apart at the beginning, but third-year girl versus two fifth-year boys is an incredibly futile battle. So...I gave up...and was about to leave...when X-Z switched tactics from water to fire. Basically, Teddy's Protego ended up at some strange angle, and the Incendio hit the end of my hair. No legitimate damage was done, but about half of my hair got singed off. (And I also think I fainted from sheer fright, but that's beside the point.)

So...yes, that was all, I believe. I'm sure Teddy really means his apology. When I woke up in the Hospital Wing, he gave me the last of his gum, assured me that my hair was still beautiful (liar), and then went back to angrily cleaning bedpans with X-Z. Anyways, some final thoughts: Basically, there's no need for you to curse the people involved with halitosis or anything like that...but sympathy would be lovely. Heaps and heaps of sympathy. (And some of Mum's macarons, if she's baked any recently, okay?)

Sincerely,
Victoire