"A wedding – oh, I'm so excited!"
"So am I! I'm twenty Galleons richer after that announcement. George was absolutely disgusted."
"Serves him right for gambling on a young couple's future!"
"Hang on, I was doing it too…"
"Yes, I suppose you were – hand it over."
"But – what?"
"The money! We'll use it to get them an engagement present, since that's how you earned it."
"That's hardly fair… Oh, alright – here! Just don't look at me like that."
"Thank you. I must say, your mum really knows how to whip up a party without notice! They looked thrilled, didn't they? It's ever so romantic, how he planned it all."
"How do you know what his plans were?"
"Oh, I just asked Molly, who got it from Fleur, who was told by Dominique, who helped Teddy to search for the perfect diamond. Apparently, he even took on a second job last year, so that he could afford to give Victoire the exact ring she wanted!"
"Far too mature for his own good, our Teddy. Must take after his dad, I reckon."
"Well, it's definitely not your influence – or Harry's!"
"Oi! I'm a perfectly good role model when I want to be…"
"And how often is that, darling?"
"Often enough!"
"Ron...? What's your favourite memory of the two of them?"
"D'you mean, as children?"
"Yes. After all, Teddy's been besotted since he could walk and talk, hasn't he? It was so adorable when he used to hush everyone if Victoire was sleeping!"
"Oh yeah… I think mum still has pictures of him, standing guard over the cradle! Do you remember when Bill and Fleur spent months trying to get Victoire to walk to them, only to have her make a beeline for Teddy when he came in with Harry?"
"That was priceless! Or what about the time when her plait fell out of its ribbon and he tried to fix it, but tangled her hair so badly that Fleur thought she'd have to cut it? That's the only time I've ever seen Fleur look so frazzled."
"Was their first fight over Quidditch, or was that Fred? Someone told Victoire she shouldn't play, I remember that much. She was livid."
"That was Teddy. He was worried about her, I think. She was only seven at the time, to be fair. I didn't see it, but as far as I know, she disagreed and walloped him with George's Beater bat."
"That's right! And Harry made him sit on the sidelines, holding ice against his head so it wouldn't swell. Bit of a temper, has Victoire. Wonder if she gets it from mum or Fleur…?"
"Both, probably - with a bit of Ginny mixed in. At least she and Teddy never argued for long. I thought it was really sweet that he wrote to her every week, from school. Dominique told me earlier that Victoire still has all of his letters in a box under her bed."
"See, that's what I'm talking about. Far too grown up for teenagers, the pair of them!"
"Well, it might be because they don't have a Dark Lord interrupting their social lives every couple of months... Oh, do you remember his face when he came home from school after fifth year and saw her in her dress robes for the first time? I think that was when it hit him, that she was a proper girl!"
"Poor bloke, figuring it out so soon. Should've gotten a few more years of ignorant bliss out of it, really."
"Ignorant bliss?!"
"Well, it's hard to concentrate, isn't it? I mean, when there's a girl sitting right beside you in every class, smelling nice and looking pretty. It's hard enough getting OWLs and NEWTs without distractions like that!"
"Poor Ron, so it's all Lavender's fault that you missed out on being top of our year?"
"Hermione. You know bloody well I wasn't talking about her!"
"Hmm... What shall we give them as an engagement present?"
"Do people normally give gifts for engagements? We didn't get any, did we?"
"No, but we asked people to donate to St. Mungo's Research department instead of sending any sort of wedding-related presents, remember?"
"Ah, that'd be it. Blimey, we were virtuous in our youth, weren't we?"
"It was a nice thing to do, Ron – we both agreed!"
"I'm not arguing, love. How about we get Teddy a bottle of Headache Reliever and Victoire a manacle!"
"A what?!"
"A manacle…? Like your mum gets, sometimes. To put white lines on her nails, isn't it?"
"Oh, a manicure!"
"Yeah, for when she's showing off the ring."
"That's not a bad idea, actually. But a Headache Reliever mightn't set the right tone…"
"Ear plugs, then!"
"Er, no."
"Firewhiskey!"
"That's not exactly –"
"A charm to make even the worst cooking edible!"
"Right, Headache Reliever it is."
