A/N: Hey next chapter! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed or favourited, I love all the feedback I've gotten!
Warning! This chapter has Colton Knott bashing and a little bit of fluff . . . Not to mention some awesome Harry and, especially Ron moments! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: See last chapter
Off Limits
"Hey Victoire! What advice have Mummy and Uncle Harry given you about the big scary Tournament? You should probably spend more time listening to Potter seeing as he didn't end up getting almost eaten by the foliage from the last tasks' maze."
Victoire turned around to see where the haughty, taunting voice was coming from. Anastasia Greengrass, seventh-year Slytherin and pain-in-the-arse-extraordinaire, was standing there, a devious smile plastered on her thin, white face. Beside her, giving her an even haughtier look was Colton Knott and his crony Lorenzo Steed.
Victoire rolled her eyes at the Slytherins. It had been almost a week since Minister Flannery had come and announced that the Tri-Wizard Tournament would be going on, and the students in the green and silver still had a mess of jokes about her family's participation in the last Tournament. The first day or two had really bothered her, but as the jokes continued, they got lamer and stupider. Now, when a Slytherin tossed a joke out trying to daunt her, she would shrug it off instead of letting it get to her.
Xavier and Chris had been walking with her, and had stopped when she did. Xavier discreetly placed his hand on Victoire's arm and squeezed it. It was a warning. Victoire shrugged Xavier's hand off and faced the Slytherins, "If you're going to try to make fun of myself and my family, you might want to get some better jokes. What you just said was so pathetic that I'm not even going to dignify it with a witty response."
Victoire turned on her heel and stalked away from the Slytherins. She was walking fast because she was agitated, so Xavier and Chris were practically running to catch up with her.
"Wow. I'm proud of you Victoire. That took a lot of restraint," Xavier said when they'd caught up to her outside the charms classroom.
Victoire looked at her feet, "Don't praise me; it was a really bad joke. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be cunning."
"We are it's the ones like Anastasia who spend more time on their hair than on their homework that give us a bad name."
Colton Knott had followed the Gryffindors to the charms classroom because they share the class. He stopped at the doorway where they were standing and looked directly at Victoire, "But I don't expect you brawny, brainless Gryffindors to understand that."
Victoire flounced right by him and went to sit in her desk. Xavier and Chris took the seats on either side of her. A few minutes before class was about to start, Sandra and Kyle walked in holding hands and giggling. They sat down in the desks in front of Victoire and Xavier.
Colton Knott looked at them from his seat across the classroom, sneered and loudly began talking to his friends, "It's so disgusting watching people and their repulsive public displays of affection."
Sandra and Kyle's faces turned red. Victoire spoke, "Don't worry, he's just jealous that nobody wants to display any affection towards him whether it's in public or not."
Knott heard Victoire's cutting remark and walked over to her.
"Weasley, if you want to hold my hand you can go ahead and ask. You don't have to continue playing hard-to-get."
Victoire narrowed her eyes, "I'd rather hold the hand of a blast-ended-skrewert."
"Well, that's obvious, but we weren't talking about your relationship with Wood. We were talking about you repressing your feelings for me."
Xavier glanced at Victoire and spoke under his breath, "Did he just infer that I was a blast-ended-skrewert?"
Victoire pushed him away, "First of all, Xavier and I do not have a relationship. Second, the only thing I have to repress when you're around is me, is my breakfast."
Knott opened his mouth to (no doubt) say some other snide comment, when Professor Flitwick walked into the class. He asked everyone to put their wands away and to take out their quills and parchment to copy the notes off the board.
Halfway through the note, Victoire saw a little paper airplane land on her desk. She looked up; not sure where it came from. She shrugged her shoulders and unfolded the airplane.
. . . Three champions will complete three tasks . . .
. . . And thwart the one with many masks . . .
. . . A task for each, they'll need to lead . . .
. . . To stop evil before it can seed . . .
. . . The final task does not mean this ends . . .
. . . To foil peril, you must work with friends . . .
Victoire read the words at least five times over and she still didn't understand what they were saying. She glanced back up from the parchment to look around the room. Every head was either fixated on their paper, or at the board. No one was watching her or waiting to see her reaction to the words written on the paper. She finally got tired of trying to comprehend the words and slide the piece of parchment onto Xavier's desk.
"Can you tell who wrote this?" She whispered.
He took the parchment and gazed at it. His eyebrows rose, and then fell in confusion, "Can I tell who wrote what?"
"The note, rhyme, riddle, whatever it is."
"There's nothing written here Vic," Xavier whispered giving the paper back to her.
"What are you talking about Xavier? There's a whole riddle on there . . ." Victoire was getting annoyed with the confused look on Xavier's face. She looked down at the parchment intending to draw a huge circle around the writing so that the blind Git can see it. Her quill fell out of her hand as she saw looked at the parchment. It was blank.
Victoire could feel Xavier's eyes on her face as she moved the parchment around and looked at every part from every angle; trying to find the words she'd just read.
"I swear there was a whole six lined riddle on that parchment, it rhymed and everything!"
Xavier looked at the parchment again; it was still completely blank, "If you say so Victoire . . ."
He went back to copying out his notes. Victoire glared at him for a minute before pulling out her wand. If he didn't believe her, she'd just have to show him. She cast eight different types of wordless spells that were supposed to show any hidden writing. None of them showed anything. Victoire was resorting to using spells to show if any magic had been used on the parchment to erase or cause the words to disappear, again it came up with nothing.
"Ugh!"
"Is there a problem Miss Weasley?" Professor Flitwick asked standing up behind his desk.
Everyone's eyes were on Victoire. She was exceedingly glad at that moment that her Veela blood outweighed the genetic quirk most Weasley's have that causes them to blush as red as their hair. She hadn't meant to verbally express her frustration with the blank piece of parchment.
Victoire put on a charmingly bright smile, and lied easily, "No Professor. My quill just keeps breaking, and it's getting frustrating."
Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow, "Did you try a reparo charm?" Victoire could hear the soft sniggering of the Slytherins' from across the room.
"Yes Sir I have, but it doesn't seem to be working well. I think that my cousins may have charmed it to be unreliable. Don't worry though I'll borrow another one. I apologize for disturbing the class, it won't happen again," she ended her speech with another dazzling smile. Flitwick merely nodded his head and waved his wand so that the next set of notes would appear on the board.
Victoire waited for everyone to stop looking at her before she reached over to the desk beside her and plucked a black quill out of Chris' hand.
He looked up in surprised, one of his eyebrows raised questioningly. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back to writing her note, as he pulled a brand new quill from out of his bag. She knew that there was actually nothing wrong with her quill, and that the whole story she'd just fed to Flitwick was a tiny little white lie, but she wanted to keep up appearances. So she nicked Chris' quill to keep everyone happy.
There was about fifteen minutes left in class when a knock issued on the door. Flitwick opened it with his wand. A fifth-year Hufflepuff prefect walked in. She looked shyly around the room and squeaked out, "The Headmistress would like to see Mr Wood, Mr Knott, and Miss Weasley in her office right away."
Professor Flitwick nodded his head at the students as they picked up their items and followed the Hufflepuff out of the room. She walked quickly in front of the seventh-years as if she were afraid of them.
Victoire spoke up brightly, "What does McGonagall want to see us about?"
The girl looked back at her briefly, and then looked straight ahead along the corridor, "I'm not sure. McGonagall just asked me to go and get you from class."
Her answer was quiet and timid. She was the embodiment of Hufflepuff nature, and Knott wasn't going to let it go without comment, "So you're just the mindless messenger then? You don't have any inkling of what could be going on?"
The prefect seemed to contract slightly at his words. She moved to the side to walk closer to Xavier. Victoire glared at Knott and silently sent a trip jinx his way. He ended up falling flat on his face.
"Are you enjoying snogging the floor Colton?" Victoire asked her face dead serious. Beside her Xavier was shaking his head while the fifth-year Hufflepuff giggled quietly.
They continued walking forwards as Knott got up from the floor. He had to jog to catch up with them. He gave Victoire a scathing look that promised that he'd get retaliation later. They made it to the gargoyle that hid McGonagall's office. The girl from Hufflepuff said the password and let them in. They walked through the door and found McGonagall at her desk with the two other Head students of Hogwarts, Austin Pennington of Ravenclaw, and a tall girl with orange coloured hair, Shelly Alexander, Head Girl from Hufflepuff. McGonagall gratefully dismissed the fifth year, and began when she firmly closed the door behind her.
"Next week, as Minister Flannery mentioned the students from Beauxbaxtons and Durmstrang will be arriving," McGonagall's face was dark. Victoire shared a look with Xavier, and in that moment, they understood that this Tournament definitely wasn't her idea.
McGonagall continued, "And I want all of the prefects, Head Girls, and Boys to meet them and welcome them to the school. You will explain to them in the politest terms, how things at Hogwarts run, and you will offer your help anytime that they find they'd need it."
They all nodded. McGonagall looked at each one of them before dismissing them. Victoire and Xavier turned for the door, but stopped when Austin Pennington spoke.
"How are the patrols for the corridors going to go this year now that there are going to be Aurors stationed in the Castle?"
Victoire and Xavier turned around and converged back into the middle of the room with the rest of the Heads. They all wanted to hear this conversation.
"The Aurors will be extra protection for the Castle but they will not step on our toes. It is a point of pride for Hogwarts to boast about trusting their students enough, to have them be in charge of safety. Not all schools can say the same. Neither Durmstrang nor Beauxbaxton's have as intricate a system of students in charge of others students as we do. The Aurors will be placed in mainly high traffic areas, and when the Champions are picked, they will no doubt be placed in certain places that are highly travelled along the Champion's daily routine. And of course, when you and the prefects are required to go to bed after midnight patrols, they will still be up, guarding the school on their own shifts throughout the entire day," McGonagall said fixing each Head will a specific look.
"So you've Okayed it for some Aurors to stay in the Castle then?" Victoire piped up looking at McGonagall.
Her fellow Head's looked at her confused, even Xavier. They didn't know what she was referring to. Oh yeah, I didn't even tell Xavier about the fact that Uncle Harry was trying to get permission for some Aurors to live in at Hogwarts, did I?
McGonagall eyed her curiously, "Normally Miss Weasley, I would ask you where you could've gotten such information. However, since I'm almost certain I know who told you, I could also guess that you know not to go spreading around this information," McGonagall gave her a searing gaze. Victoire nodded her head, "Excellent."
The Head Mistress turned to the other Head students, "What Miss Weasley was referring to, was the fact that some of the Aurors will be staying in the Castle over the school year. They will be living in some of the free rooms on the second and third floors. However, there is no reason to worry about this, because Auror Shacklebolt and Auror Potter have assured me that they will behave in the most decorous and responsible order."
"So there's going to be a bunch of thick-headed young Aurors living in the Castle trying to prove themselves to the boss so that they could get promoted?" Austin Pennington asked scathingly as he folded his arms across his chest. He shot a side look to Victoire and she could tell that his insult was directed at Teddy.
McGonagall decided not to bother to answer his childish retort and asked, "Is there anything else any of you need to ask? Because if not, it is time for you all to get to your next class . . ."
Xavier opened his mouth to ask the question that had been burning in him for days, "Is there going to be House Quidditch this year? Even with the Tri-Wizard Tournament going on?"
Victoire rolled her eyes a little. She had already told Xavier that Harry had said that Quidditch probably wouldn't be cancelled. But it seemed he didn't believe her. Well, we are supposed to our tryouts this weekend . . . I guess he just wants to make sure.
"Yes Mr Wood, Quidditch will continue to go on the same schedule as the years before. We've had all of the games mapped out before the Minister decided to tell us about putting on the Tournament; it will not interfere with Quidditch this year."
Xavier breathed a sigh of relief along with Colton Knott. Colton was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and could be rather obsessed with the game himself at times.
"Anything else?" McGonagall asked. They all shook their heads. "Very well then, you may all go to your next class."
They exited one by one. Xavier and Victoire were the last ones to walk through the door. They would have to hurry if they wanted to get to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Miss Weasley, a moment please."
Victoire stopped with where she was. She was in the process of shutting the office door behind them. She turned around and walked back into the room.
Xavier moved to follow her, but was stopped by McGonagall's curt voice, "Just Miss Weasley, Mr Wood. You should be on your way to class."
Xavier looked at Victoire for a moment before speaking, "I'll take good notes." He left the room, silently shutting the door behind him.
McGonagall seemed to be rummaging in her desk for something; she pulled out a sheaf of papers and placed it in an envelope. She then waved her wand and magically sealed the envelope.
"I was wondering Miss Weasley, whether you would consent to running a little errand for me."
Victoire nodded her head, "Of course Professor. What is it?"
"This envelope needs to be given to Kingsley right away. At present, he is on the second floor in room 196. He will be in and out of meeting with Harry and other Aurors all day. I'm busy myself, getting ready for the Tournament and I don't have the time to go give this to him. I thought that perhaps you would be able to get through the mountain of security personnel and convince Kingsley to interrupt his meeting for even a few minutes to read my message."
McGonagall's speech ended with a smile towards Victoire. It was obvious to her why she had asked her to do it. If anyone could charm their way into Kingsley's office, even for a few minutes, it was Victoire.
"Alright . . . can I ask you something Professor?"
McGonagall looked up at Victoire, the sudden vulnerability in her voice surprised her. She was not used to hearing open vulnerability from Weasleys.
Victoire opened her mouth, but then shut it. She was trying to bring up the weird note she'd been given during class. She still had the piece of parchment with her. She had folded it and placed it inside her robes when the prefect had come into Charms to get them. She didn't ask though. I'm probably just being paranoid about this. It was probably some joke a Slytherin made up to weird me out. She asked another question instead. One that was still important, but not as obscure.
"Are there other Aurors here besides Kingsley and Harry?"
McGonagall smiled knowingly, "Ron and a few other senior Aurors are here. Along with all of the Aurors-in-training who will be staying in the Castle this year."
"All of the Aurors-in-training?" Victoire asked; her throat was rather dry.
"Yes, they were going through the rules . . . I think Mr Lupin is also there, seeing as Harry has asked for him specifically to be stationed in the Castle this year."
Victoire thought she was seeing things; she must have been, because there is no way that Professor McGonagall just winked at her.
Victoire just nodded her head, grabbed the envelope, and headed to the door.
"Quiet! We need to go over the rules for this year!" Harry yelled to the room full of Aurors.
Teddy rolled his eyes as some of the Aurors-in-training continued to talk. When the lead Auror asks you to shut up, you'd think they'd do it!
"Oi! Listen up kiddies!" Ron yelled from his position beside Harry.
It seemed the Aurors listen this time. Silence came across the group; some of the younger Aurors looked startled at Ron's outburst.
Harry eyed Ron, "Thanks Ron."
"Anyway, this is how this year's going to go. McGonagall has Okayed it for twelve Aurors to stay in the Castle over the year. Mr Lupin over here," Harry gestured to Teddy, "has already taken one position, so I will send this list around and ask for eleven other people to sign up for the year."
Ron passed around a piece of parchment and a quill. People signed their names and the price of parchment came back to Ron after traveling around the group. Harry grabbed it and looked at it briefly.
"Perfect. There is one spot left, but I'm going to offer that to Auror Donaldson because she's one of the only young women who'll be stationed to Hogwarts this year."
Harry looked up from the sheet and looked around the circle. The majority of the Aurors around him were first and second year trainees. There were a handful of seasoned Aurors; but the majority of them were Harry and Ron's age or younger.
"Here are the rules for this year. As you've no doubt read in the papers, the Tri-Wizard Tournament has been reinstated, and will be held at Hogwarts. The change in procedures means that more students from the other wizarding schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton, will be at Hogwarts than there would usually have been in other years. Because of this, the protection for the school and the students will be amped up. Every week the patrolling schedule will be posted in this room. This will be the general meeting room and Auror headquarters at the school. If the patrolling schedule doesn't work for you, you will have someone trade with you, and then see the lead Auror in charge of your group and make sure that he has approved your switch. If you do not approval from your Head, you will attend your scheduled patrol. We will work out the finer details and the rooming arrangements later, but for now, Ron would you like to explain the rules?"
Ron nodded and went to stand up beside Harry, "Alright. Rule number one: No eating in the Great Hall, that is for students and professors only, it is off limits. Although, if you know how, and if you are off duty, you may visit the kitchens. All other meals will be eaten in this room, or if you're a permanent Auror, your own room. Number two: The rules about contraband items that apply to the students also apply to you . . ."
Ron continued with a list of about a dozen odd rules about what not to do and what, or where, was off limits. "And lastly, this is not an inflection on anyone in particular but it needs to be said nonetheless, remember that you are all adults and all of your actions reflect upon the Auror Office. We are at Hogwarts, the school is full of thousands of students raging in ages from eleven to seventeen, any inappropriate relations going on between you and a student or students are completely off limits."
Ron's face had been rather strict and stony at the end of the speech, leaving many of the younger Aurors including Teddy dumbstruck and gobsmacked. Ron and Harry smirked at their expressions. The silence in the room was broken by Kingsley Shacklebolt's entrance. He paced determinedly through the room, hardly bothering to look at the Aurors, until he came face to face with Harry.
"I need to speak to you and Ron privately," he said, face expressionless.
Harry nodded, seemingly unperturbed, "Alright, McKenny," he looked at an older Auror whom was just under him in seniority, "how about you hand out these files and forms, and have them go through while Ron and I talk with Kingsley?"
McKenny nodded and started ordering the Aurors-in-training to tables where they could complete their task while Harry and Ron followed Kingsley through a door at the back of the room into the room that would soon be Harry's Hogwarts office.
They had been working on the flies and forms for a little bit when McKenny walked over to the table Teddy was sharing with two other second-level Aurors-in-training,
"Lupin, could you go into that room on the side and grab a couple more roles of parchment?"
Teddy nodded and got up to go to the little cupboard on the right of the room. After searching around it for a minute or two, he found the roles of parchment and piled them in his arms. As he exited the storeroom, he realized that the Aurors had shifted positions. Instead of sitting down at several different tables and willing out the forms and files, the majority of the odd two dozen or so Aurors were huddled in a large group around the door that lead to the hallway. Teddy deposited the parchment on one of the tables, and walked toward the mass of people.
The closer Teddy got to the door, the more of the conversation he could hear. He was thinking that the girl's voice was oddly familiar when he finally came close enough to hear the whole conversation and get a good look at the predicament.
Teddy's heart jumped. Standing at the door, looking gorgeous in her Hogwarts robes with her Head Girl badge shining brightly and her gold and red striped tie was Victoire Weasley. Her face was calm and collected, but he could see a slight edge in her pretty blue eyes. After standing in the crowd for a minute, he understood her slight tension.
Timothy Lassoder, one of Teddy's fellow second-level Aurors-in-training, was speaking to Victoire, "I'm sorry Miss, but I cannot allow you to go see Auror Shacklebolt. He is very busy at the moment, but if you give me the envelope, I can give it to him when he is finished."
Victoire's eyes narrowed, "Professor McGonagall wants a response right away and made me promise not to give it to anyone else besides Kingsley."
Teddy saw Lassoder's eyebrows rise when he heard Victoire refer to Kingsley by his first name. "Excuse me Miss, but I resent that. If you give me the envelope, I will make sure that the only person that opens it will be Shacklebolt himself. You can run along to class now."
Teddy almost palmed his face. Lassoder was being condescending and treating Victoire like a child. If he didn't say something soon, she would, more than likely, do something rash. Teddy stepped between two other younger Aurors and into the front of the circle.
Victoire had opened her mouth to retort back to Lassoder, when she was Teddy break through the crowd.
"Ted!" Victoire yelped as she jumped at Teddy. He almost fell over as she hugged him tightly. She let go after a few seconds but was beaming brightly at him.
Teddy raised an eyebrow, and gave her a look that said what-exactly-was-that-for-? She smiled back but her eyes were saying I'm-so-glad-you're-here-these-guys-are-being-such-Prats.
"What's the problem here?" Teddy asked trying to break the sort of awkward silence that had fallen. All of the Aurors in the circle were now staring at Teddy with surprise, and, oddly enough jealousy. When Teddy recognized the envy in their expressions, he finally realized why everyone was standing around watching Lassoder question Victoire. They were just enjoying the view.
Teddy tried to control the anger that was staring to boil up in him, why does my girlfriend have to be so beautiful?
Lassoder stopped glaring at Teddy and spoke, "This young women here, would like to give Auror Shacklebolt an envelope, but I told her that he was too busy, and that she should just give it to me and be on her way."
Victoire opened her mouth again. Her happiness on seeing Teddy had quickly given way to irritation when Lassoder opened his mouth again.
"I'm not leaving until I have a response to give back to Professor McGonagall," Victoire said stubbornly.
Lassoder shot back, "I would allow you to stay but we are incredibly busy-"
Victoire cut him off, "Organizing for the Tri-Wizard Tournament?"
Lassoder looked surprised, "So you've been told then? It doesn't really matter Miss-"
"Weasley," Victoire said, smiling suddenly.
Lassoder stopped saying whatever it was he was going to say to gape openly at her. He wasn't the only one. The Aurors that were left standing around them (mostly the younger ones who were in training) seemed to take a step back and eye her up again. Only this time it was with consideration than with desire.
Lassoder turned his gaze from Victoire and on to Teddy. (Knowing how close he was with the Potters and the Weasleys.) As if he expected him to deny it. When Teddy didn't say anything, McKenny broke in for the first time since Victoire's arrival.
"Miss Weasley, if you would prefer, and if you promise to stay out of the way, you can sit down and quietly wait for Auror Shacklebolt to finish his meeting."
Victoire nodded happily, waved her wand, and wordlessly conjured a chair to appear beside the office door Kingsley, Harry, and Ron were behind.
McKenny convinced most of the Aurors to get back to their paper work (even though many of them kept giving Victoire surreptitious looks every few minutes). Teddy saw Lassoder walk over to Victoire and joined him to make sure that he didn't say anything rude.
"Miss Weasley, I think it would be smart to go back to class. If I'm not mistaken, you're in your seventh-year; you don't want to miss even one day in your N.E.W.T.S. year."
Victoire rolled her eyes again, "I think I can handle missing one class."
"DADA, right Victoire?" Teddy asked.
She smiled when she looked at him, "Yes, we were introduced to the full-body-bind curse yesterday; we're just working more on it today."
Teddy nodded. She won't be missing anything.
"Learning how to defend yourself is very important, if you would just give me the envelope . . ." Lassoder was saying.
Teddy started to get annoyed, why does he keep trying to get his hands on that thing? What does he think is in it?
Victoire tried to answer Lassoder politely, "I've had that curse mastered for years. Don't worry I'm not missing anything." Most of the Aurors under the age of thirty in the room had their eyes fixed on her. She had tried to use a bit of her Veela charm to get Lassoder off her case and leave her alone. It seems that she used too much though.
"Yes . . . well . . ." Lassoder was trying to get his thoughts back on track after being hit with a major wave of Veela magic.
"However, if you really want me to be on my way," Victoire started as she stood up. Not liking all the attention she was getting from the men, "I'll just give this to Kingsley right now and leave as soon as he reads it."
She went to open the door when Lassoder finally got his bearings back, "You can't do that! He's in a very important meeting right now."
"Who's the meeting with?"
"Auror Potter and Auror Weasley, but that's not import-"
Victoire stopped listening to him and knocked on the door. After a minute, the door shot open and Kingsley's furious face emerged.
"Who in the world is interrupting-" Kingsley started to say. He was cut off as Victoire shot herself at him. He stumbled back a step but put his arms around her.
"Hi Princess."
Victoire stepped back to look into Kingsley's smiling face, "Hi!"
"Hey, what's going on-" Harry and Ron walked out of the office behind Kingsley and were cut off in the same manner that he was,
Victoire shot herself at them also. She had one arm around Harry's neck and one around Ron's, "Hi Uncle Harry! Uncle Ron!" Ron and Harry each pulled an arm out and patted her on the back until she relinquished her hold on them.
"Hi Vic, what are you doing here?" Ron asked.
"Oh, McGonagall asked me to bring this message to Kingsley and told me not to leave until I was able to bring an answer back for her," Victoire said cheerfully.
Kingsley nodded and held his hand out to take the envelope from his goddaughter, "Alright, give me a minute." He opened it up and started to read it where he stood.
The rest of the Aurors were watching the scene with surprise. Most of the surprise was far the fact that she was able to escape Kingsley's wrath so easily.
"So how's it going then Vic?" Ron asked conversationally.
Victoire shrugged, "Nothing much. Getting harassed by Slytherins, being pressured by Xavier to work on Quidditch plays every free chance we get, almost getting soaked by some strange liquid James, Fred, and Louis were carrying around and then was told that I really didn't want to know what it was, oh, and then Ally ate all the toast at breakfast."
Teddy laughed lightly. Out of her entire list, she sounded angriest at the fact that Ally at all the toast. Same old Vic . . .
Ron and Harry were also laughing. That was how Kingsley found them when he finished writing his answer to McGonagall. He looked from Harry, to Ron, to Teddy, and then to Victoire and said, "I really don't want to know. Here you go Princess, that's my answer for McGonagall."
Victoire took the piece of parchment and hugged Kingsley again, "Thanks. I better get going. I may be able to make it to DADA in time to get a good shot at jinxing Austin Pennington before class ends."
Teddy smiled at the image she created, "Since when do you let not being in class determine when you hex someone?"
She winked at him on her way out the door, "Well now that I have this shiny Head Girl badge I actually have to pretend to behave myself for the most part."
Kingsley smiled one last time as Victoire left and then went back into the office room. He closed the door behind him.
Ron coughed to get everyone's attention. All of the younger Aurors eyes had been glued on the door as they watched Victoire leave. Everyone's eyes went to Ron including Harry and Teddy.
Ron smiled and winked at Teddy before speaking, "By the way, she is most definitely off limits."
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