A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #4 – Sociology - Task Three: Prompt: Write about someone moving into their own place.

Insane Prompt Challenge: 79- character: Victoire Weasley

Writing Club September

Film Festival: 19 - (object) frying pan

Word Count: 552

Victoire surveyed the house in front of her. It wasn't very big, just one bedroom, but still it was hers! She heard someone behind her and turned to find her her Uncle Charlie carrying a large box.

"Where am I putting this one?" he asked. Victoire magicked the door open and pointed to the right.

"Through the doorway to the kitchen," she answered. The whole Weasley family had decided to help her move into her new place. Even Uncle Charlie had come to visit from Romania. Victoire walked inside and watched as her uncles carried in box after box. She wished she could help carry them, but she was under strict orders to not carry anything heavy. She was only allowed to supervise.

"Hey, there you are," Teddy stated wrapping an arm around her. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, just annoyed because I want to help, but no one is letting me!"

"You could start putting the clothing away? Or the dishes, or you could just lay on the sofa and allow everyone to do everything for you for the sake of our baby?" Victoire sighed.

"I just hate feeling useless! Fine, I'll be in the kitchen sorting through things," she said after a moment. Teddy watched her walk off to the kitchen and smiled.

Victoire found herself seated on one of the kitchen chairs going through the boxes. It wasn't as satisfying as putting things away herself, but handing them to whichever relative was nearest did help her feel like she was doing something.

"I want a rack to hang my frying pans on the back of the pantry door," she stated setting aside a few pans and one large skillet. Uncle George nodded.

"Alright, how about these?" he asked holding up a set of dishcloths.

"I'll do those myself. Last thing I need is you somehow altering them to turn my hands blue or something." Uncle George laughed.

"I wouldn't make them do that," he stated. "Pink maybe... or teal to match Teddy's hair... But blue is just out of fashion." Victoire laughed.

"At least you're not treating me like I'm made of glass," she muttered.

"It's for your own good," someone said. Victoire wasn't even sure who had spoken. There were just so many people moving her and Teddy into their new home. It was almost overwhelming. Teddy peeked his head and frowned seeing Victoire's face.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... there's so many people. I know we have a huge family, but..."

"Want me to send half of them home?" he offered giving her a smile.

"Yes, no, I just want to do something other than directing, and I'm tired of being treated like I can't!"

"Vic, look at me. You are an amazing witch. I know you're used to doing everything, and you will, once the baby's born safe and sound. I know you feel like things are out of control, but trust me, everything will be alright. We're going to get half of the family to go do something somewhere else. Then you and I will start going through boxes and start arranging our new home. Now, while I go get rid of half of them, here." he said handing her a chocolate frog. "It'll make you feel better," he added disappearing into the crowd of Weasleys.