Cachinnate: to laugh loudly or immoderately... like when you hear something preposterous.
September 22, 2018
Victoire sat amongst her cousins and siblings at the Gryffindor table. She was a little stressed, considering she was starting her first day as Quidditch captain today. She was planning on starting tryouts right after lunch and considering that most of her cousins were trying out, she knew she was going to have to cut at least one of them.
The thought made her cringe; her Weasley loyalty was conflicting with her duty to the Gryffindor house. Simply put, she was in a bad mood.
"What's wrong, Vicky?" someone asked from across the table.
"You know I hate that nickname, Doodlebug," Victoire said smirking at James.
James's eye twitched, "You promised you'd-,"
"I promised nothing Dood-,"
"Anyway… what's wrong?" he asked, his annoyance turning into concern.
'I'm nervous about tryouts," Victoire said simply.
"You of all people shouldn't be nervous, Vic. You have the only guaranteed spot," James smiled.
"Not what I'm worried about," she said, picking at her toast.
"Then what is?"
"I'll probably have to cut one of you, won't I?" Victoire said, looking into James's hazel eyes.
James was sober for a moment and then suddenly, he let out a laugh that startled Victoire and earned him a disapproving look from Professor Longbottom. James mouthed an apology to his head of House and turned back to his cousin.
"Is that all you're worried about?" James asked.
"All? What d'you mean all?" Victoire asked, fire in her eyes.
"I mean there's nothing to worry about. Roxy is too young to try out. Rose is the best Chaser I've ever seen. Louis is a fair Beater but he wouldn't mind being put on alternative. Fred and me are obviously amazing so we're gonna be on the team anyway and I do believe that's all of the Weasley's that are trying out. Still nervous?"
Victoire thought for a moment, "Merlin, I hate it when you're right."
James laughed again, this one louder than the first, receiving a kick from his cousin (and soon to be Quidditch captain) under the table.
