As they neared King's Cross Station, Victoria found herself getting a bit nervous. What if Quincy and Lynette's parents didn't like her? She did have a reputation surrounding her because of who her birth parents were, after all.

Quincy seemed to know what it was that she was thinking. "Our parents are going to love you." He assured her. "And they're not the type to listen to rumors anyway."

"I'm sorry for worrying, I just can't help myself," Victoria responded. "I mean, so many people look at me and just assume that someday I'm going to become a dark witch."

"Well, that's just because they don't know you. They know about your parents, but they don't know about you. Look, just try not to think about it, okay? It's Christmas holidays, and we're going to have a good time whether you like it or not."

"Okay, okay." Victoria said with a laugh. "I guess that I don't have any choice but to listen to you.

Quincy and Lynette's parents, Florence and Theodore Monet, were both brown haired, but Theodore had dark hazel eyes while Florence had sparkling blue ones.

"Victoria, it's wonderful to finally meet you." Florence enveloped Victoria in a hug. "Quincy and Lynette have written us so much about you."

"Florence, you don't want to crush her." Theodore said with a laugh as he pried Florence away from Victoria. "It is nice to meet you though, Victoria. You know, I've worked with Arthur from time to time."

"Quincy and Lynette told me that, actually. I hope that he didn't bore you too much with his talk about Muggle artefacts, he's obsessed with them."

"Oh, he's not the only one." Theodore said with a laugh. "After all, who do you think is the one that gave him such a curiosity about them?"

"Ah, so you're the one that gave my father the idea to make his car fly, then."

Theodore's eyes had widened a little bit. "I had only been joking about that, you're telling me that he actually managed to do it?"

"Not yet, but when he wrote me last, he was getting close. My Mum doesn't know about it, though."

"No, I would imagine that she wouldn't. I've only met Molly a handful of times, but from what I could tell, she's a very formidable woman."

"I think that formidable is an understatement, Mr Monet."

"Oh, please call me Theodore, I'm not an old man after all. Now come on, the car is still running."

Their car was a luxurious one, and the house that they lived in proved to be even more so.

"Wow..." Victoria whispered as they entered the front hall, which had to be as big as all of the first level of the Burrow combined.

"It's not much." Theodore said. "But it's home."

"Not much? This is so much bigger then my house." Victoria responded, looking around in awe.

"Our house elves will bring your things up to one of the guest rooms, each guest room has an adjoining bathroom as well."

"What?" She grinned. "I'll be able to take a bath without one of my brothers shouting for me to hurry up."

"Yes, I can't imagine that you had a lot of privacy with how many people are in your family."

"Well, it isn't the number that's so bad as much as the fact that I have twin brothers that like to pull pranks every chance that they get. You learn to sleep with one eye open."

Theodore laughed at that. "I had a sister that was like that."

"Had?"

"She died in the war."

"Oh." Victoria's face fell with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"She was a sweetheart." Florence said. "She was the one that got Theodore and I together, you know."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, there was a tension between him and I for years, and then finally at a party, she got us drunk and well, Theodore and I tend to get quite promiscuous when we're drunk-"

"Mum!" Lynette shouted. "I don't think that Victoria wants to know what the two of you do behind closed doors."

"I've heard worse." Victoria said with a laugh. "When my older brothers Charlie and Bill come home to visit, they always have plenty of stories about the women that they've met. Mum thinks that I'm too young to be hearing stories like that, so usually they'll get a smack on the back of the head if they start talking about things like that."

'Well your mother does have a point." Florence said. "You are only eleven after all. Speaking of, when is your birthday?"

"Oh, it's coming up rather soon actually, it's on the fifth of January."

"That's right before you kids go back to school." Theodore said. "We'll have to do something to celebrate."

"Oh really, you don't have to do that-"

"Nonsense. A birthday is worth celebrating, and since you'll be here, it will be a celebration indeed. Bit for right now, why don't the four of you go and wash up before dinner?"

"I told you that you would have a good time here." Quincy said as they all made their way up a wooden staircase.

"Your parents seem great." Victoria responded, and Blaise nodded his head in agreement. "A lot better then my mother, I can tell you that much. Luckily you'll never have to deal with that cold-hearted witch."

The smell of cooking meat wafted up the stairs, and Victoria's mouth began to water. "Let's hurry up, because I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely starving."