character: Victoire
prompt: red
for: RedCloakedMaiden
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It probably shouldn't irk her as much as it does.
But it does, okay?
"What's the matter, Vicka?" Albus asks, wandering up to her at a Sunday family lunch. "You seem upset."
Victoire glances over at her little cousin and sighs. "I am upset. Doesn't it ever bother you that we're the only grandchildren who don't have red hair?"
Albus blinks. "No. Lucy has blond hair."
"Strawberry blond," Victoire reminds him.
"James?" he offers.
"He has auburn highlights."
"Fred?"
"He does, too."
"This isn't helping," Albus notes. "What does it matter if we don't have red hair?"
"Well, we don't fit in," Victoire explains matter-of-factly.
"Of course we do," he says, just as matter-of-fact. "Because we're still Weasleys, aren't we?'
He walks away to mediate another fight between Rose and James, leaving Victoire staring after him, deep in thought.
Maybe he was right. Maybe her hair color didn't really matter.
Lily barrels towards her, then, a flurry of redred curls and beaming smiles. "Vicka, come play with us!" she squeals, grabbing hold of her hand and tugging.
Victoire laughs and lets herself be pulled across the backyard, wondering how was it that Albus always managed to be right, despite being ten years old.
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