The Favourite Four

Steaming through rolling hills in all their variations of green and passing gloss-like lakes could never get old and Victoire would always take photographs of the same picturesque scenes each year. To keep the running theme going, she sat in the second booth of the second carriage, facing forward, next to the window and with the same three award winning friends.

Slouching with his head against the window and his legs wide open was Lucas Youngstead. Lucas was an undeniably gorgeous Slytherin. His six-foot-two muscular frame made him attractive enough on its own, yet shoulder length glowing golden-brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and a dangerously sharp jawline was added to create the ultimate temptation. Though Victoire had a secret liking of the way he only tied up half of his hair and his leather jackets, she was very much able to resist the temptation of Lucas. Their love-hate friendship began during their second year and despite the arguments, it was still going strong. He wore his favourite black leather jacket with a toxic green snake on the back, a white v neck t-shirt and in what seemed like an attempt to express his appreciation for Victoire, he wore the blue jeans she had gotten him from Paris.

"Where's Pluto?" Victoire asked as she put her camera down,

"He's shedding his skin, so he's got a snake five-star hotel suite up there," Lucas looked worryingly up at a large reflecting metal case,

"I swear your heart only wakes up for leather jackets, your hair and your snake," Brea sighed,

"Depends what you mean by 'snake'."

Brea Hedgethorne demonstrated her trademark eyeroll as the others laugh. Brea was known as the girl who should've been a Hufflepuff but was gifted to Ravenclaw. Unlike Victoire's soft features, Brea's were very striking with her sleek and bold eyebrows curving over her entrancing large grey eyes, her cheeks were sucked in meaning no need for contouring and her delicate pale pink lips moved as elegantly as a feather falling when she talked. Year four was the year of liberation for Brea; she cut her chestnut brown hair into an angular bob paired with a bang fringe and her style went from regular to constantly shopping at thrift stores, tucking jumpers into jeans and wearing berets. Though her reserved personality was different to Victoire's outgoing self, the two bonded throughout their first year and even began to share each other's clothes.

"It's like with each year, you gain a new pornographic part of your brain," Aaron spoke with a hilariously flat voice as he stroked his cat,

"How do you do that?" Lucas laughed,

"Do what?"

"Say a joke without laughing," Brea had begun to cry from laughter at Aaron's clueless face.

There was no one like Aaron Choi or Choi Aaron if you wanted to be perfectly correct. The scar that descended diagonally from the bridge of his nose to his right cheek was what intrigued Victoire during her first year. He had a rounded face with high cheek bones that you felt constantly inclined to squish and poke and squeeze, he was even paler than Victoire and his almond shaped brown eyes glowed no matter what. Aaron was maybe the only person Victoire was jealous of; his parents had sent him all the way from Seoul to Hogwarts, knowing that his dream was to attend the famous school of magic. He had a humbleness about him, but would never beat around the bush, making him the second bluntest person in Ravenclaw. This is how he and Victoire bonded during their first year, that and his ability to always look stylish even if his favourite outfit was an oversized jumper with jeans.

"It's the Choi effect," Victoire laughed as the sound of a trolley came closer.

Sherbet lemons, exploding bonbons, liquorice wands, chocolate frogs and salt water taffy- the sweets that the four loved so much that the woman already knew what they'd be buying. They stacked all the sweet and savoury snacks in a pile in the air, so they could take them like sliding a Christmas ornament off of a Christmas tree. Aaron's cat, Mino, and Tonka sprang continuously up at the twirling floating pile of snacks until they gave up and rested underneath them.

Once the first visit from the spectacular sweet trolley had come to an end, Victoire noticed Dominique skipping behind it and she swayed back and forth at the entrance to their booth. Despite her big sister's desperate appeal, Dominique wore blue and pink polka dot dungarees over a white turtleneck, when blue definitely wasn't her colour. Many arguments had occurred between the sisters with Dominique never apologising for the nasty words she spat. The excited grin on her face was only enough to make Victoire wave without lifting her head from the crossword she and Aaron were completing. She already knew what was going to be asked of her since her mother stressed that Victoire took care of her little sister at all times, but that didn't mean she'd oblige.

"Can I sit with you?" Dominique spoke with a sickly-sweet voice,

"Comment puis-je dire cela en anglais?" Victoire teased,

"What does that mean?"

"No, maggot."

Dominique glanced from Aaron, to Lucas, to Brea and back to Victoire in hope that one of her friends would invite her to sit down, but they couldn't care where she sat, as long as it wasn't with them.

"Mama said-" Dominique insisted,

"Mama has said a lot of thing," Victoire's French accent became harsher, "Mama told us not to break any ornaments and to stay loyal to each other, but you obviously ignored her then. So, I'm going to ignore her now."

If it was five years ago, Victoire would've had her hands coiled around Dominique's throat with her friends attempting to drag her away from killing her, however she had matured and instead leered at her sister until she got the message and dropped her head down. Just as Dominique started to turn around, Fred arrived at the door with Victoire's fox Tonka sprinting to him and rubbing her head along the bottom of his leg.

Fred and Victoire had become very close over secrets and being the two oldest of the Weasley clan. In all honesty, Fred was one of the only cousins Victoire could stand, to the point where she was slightly disappointed that she couldn't call him her brother. The sun made his caramel skin glow and caught the natural golden highlights in his short brown hair, while his hazel eyes lit up as he began to play with Tonka.

"You took your time getting here," Brea smiled at Fred,

"Yeah, I was deeply into a game of wizards chess," Fred replied in a cooing voice as he played with Tonka,

"Oh, what's up, Fred?" Lucas said in his husky voice.

It was almost impossible not to notice Fred's eyes widen upon hearing Lucas's voice and he hesitantly entered the booth while refusing to look directly at Lucas. The reason for this was something Victoire had sworn not to tell anyone and she had guessed that Lucas was at least partially aware of it. She softly took Fred's hand while mouthing that he should remain calm as she guided him to sit in between her and Aaron. Fred started to squeeze her hand and he reached into his pocket for some candy to calm himself down.

"Why does he get to hang out with you guys, and I can't?!" Dominique's tantrum had begun,

"Because he's pleasant to be around. Do you wish for me to list more reasons?" Victoire was done with her sister and didn't care how mean her words were.

This made Fred break his mini panic episode and laugh as he always did whenever sassy phrases left Victoire's lips. Lucas reshuffled the cards while Victoire handed out snacks amongst them as they began telling nostalgic stories of the wild things they had done together.