Victoire's favorite thing about Teddy was his hair.
The colors ranged from chocolate brown to neon yellow. A few days ago it had been purple, although that wasn't entirely his choice. James had been feeling mischievous that morning.
Victoire had to admit; she was kind of jealous. His ability to morph anything about him astounded her, and always had. He was special.
Which was why she couldn't figure out why he stayed with her. She was, to put it plainly, rather boring, and obviously un-special. She wasn't super smart like Rose, or patient like Albus. The most exciting thing about her was her flame of red hair, and even then it wasn't all that great, because practically everyone else in the entire family had red hair. There were millions of girls who led more interesting lives than she.
But when she voiced her opinion, he just stared at her incredulously.
"What? It's true," she'd said.
"How could you possibly think you're not special? Victoire Marie-Anne Weasley, you're the most wonderful, beautiful, perfect girl I've ever seen or known." She was a stubborn person, and held tight to her conviction.
"You're just saying that because we're dating."
Teddy rolled his eyes and sighed. "I thought you were beautiful even before we were dating. Even before you could talk I thought you were amazing."
And then Victoire found something she liked even more than Teddy's hair: his ability to make her feel like the most important witch in the world.