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Teddy breathes in the cold December air, adjusting his scarf to cover the last sliver of exposed skin and protect it from the snow that continues to fall. Snow crunches beneath his shoes, and he finds himself smiling. This is his favorite weather. Victoire, on the other hand...
"It's awful, isn't it?" Victoire appears at his side when he nears the Black Lake.
Teddy laughs softly and turns to look at his girlfriend. Just seeing her fills him with a warmth that defies the frozen landscape around them. "I was just thinking about you."
She grins and prods a slender finger into his side. "You're always thinking about me," she teases before huffing and pulling her coat a little tighter. "It's so gross and dreary. No color. I miss spring."
Teddy nods because he understands. He has seen how alive she becomes when the flowers bloom. The two of them have spent much of their youth in the meadow near Shell Cottage, basking in the soft, golden sunlight, Teddy lounging lazily while Victoire picks flowers and crafts crowns with a skill and grace he could never manage.
He doesn't really think about it. Maybe it's just natural because he understands Victoire so well. His hair changes from the neutral, mousy brown hair that resembles his grandmother's to a soft green that recalls a gentle spring landscape.
Victoire giggles, wrapping an arm around her. "Much better," she decides, nodding her approval as she snuggles a little closer into his side.
"Anything for you," he says.
And he means it. He would give anything to keep Victoire smiling.
She pauses, and he falls into place beside her. "You're perfect," she says. "Do you know that?"
He snorts. "I'm hardly that."
"You're perfect for me."
With that, she kisses him, and Teddy finds himself smiling against her lips. Maybe it's cold and dismal outside, but he barely notices it at all. Whenever Victoire is with him, it's like spring has returned.