A/N: Not much traffic for this story but I'll post the chapters I have written as I find time to edit them to see if it picks up interest. Enjoy :).

August 28, 2015

The next morning I make my way to the coast on my bike where Shell Cottage is located. I don't like keeping secrets from Vic in the first place and she probably won't care anyway. She normally doesn't care too much about my girlfriends.

I park my bike on the side of the house and open a side door without knocking. I walk into the Shell Cottage kitchen with its pale blue walls, white furniture, and purple flowers in vases on the table and counters.

Bill Weasley looks up from his breakfast and smiles at me.

"Oi, Teddy!" he shouts at me. "Since when do you wake up before noon?"

I grin at him and eye a plate of bacon in the center of the table. "Is it cooked today?" I ask.

"Ha, yes!" he responds. "Help yourself!"

As I'm piling a plate with bacon and minimal bread, I can hear a heartbeat. It's faster than normal. I can also feel flashes of annoyance.

I grin at Bill. "Vic's in rare form today," I comment.

Bill grimaces. "Louis spilled orange juice on her 'favorite sundress', she's been yelling at him all morning. She'll be happy to see you."

When I turned ten, I started acquiring wolf-like senses. Suddenly, I could hear heartbeats from people standing around me. I would notice when someone's breathing slightly changed. I could also sense what others were feeling. I could sense when my grandma was worried or sad. I could sense how happy the Potter children were to see me. While cool at first, it took months to control it. There were endless hours of feeling flashes of everyone else's feelings and hearing others' heartbeats and breathing. Harry had to call in both Professor Flitwick and Headmistress McGonagall to help me with strategies for controlling it.

Now, I can pretty much control my senses. I use them sometimes to sneak around Hogwarts or to sneak back into the house after breaking curfew. I somehow mastered how to turn off everyone else's feelings… except for Victorie's. I still don't understand why but when I'm really close to her or when she has really strong feelings, I still get flashes of it. The best explanation that Flitwick could give me was that it was probably happening because Vic and I are so close. It could be annoying sometimes but she is my best friend so I don't mind too much.

Her heart rate and breathing quickens. Her body temperature slightly rises. There's a brief moment of shock and then happiness. "LUPIN!"

I look up to see Vic's light blue eyes staring at me. Her long golden blonde hair bounces flowingly as she hops from foot to foot. She is wearing a loose top that shows off some of her flat stomach. The short shorts she is wearing has her long lightly tanned and toned legs on full display. I shake my head. This new girlfriend thing is never going to work if I keep staring at Vic's legs.

I stand up to catch her in my arms as she launches herself at me. As she wraps her arms around me, I can smell her strawberry scent.

"Hey, Vic," I say while smiling.

"No." We separate and turn toward Bill.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at Victorie. "Those aren't real clothes. There isn't enough fabric."

Vic crosses her arms and stares down her father. Vic's feeling defiant. This should be interesting.

"Dad, maybe I would listen to you if you hadn't laughed when your son spilled orange juice on my favorite sundress!"

Bill rolls his eyes. "You have one thousand 'favorite sundresses.' But that's besides the point. I know I've personally bought you shirts and shorts with more fabric than this," he says motioning toward her clothing with his fork.

"I'm hanging out with Teddy anyway! Guys don't talk to me that much when I'm with Teddy." She looks at me. "What are you doing here anyway? Just seeing your favorite person in the whole wide world?" she asks while giving me a dazzling smile.

"Umm, yes, that and I have news!" I respond.

"What news?" she asks.

"Bonjour Teddy!" I turn to see Fleur walk in the kitchen and give Bill a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Aunt Fleur, how…" Vic is pulling on my sleeve. I feel a flash of impatience. I turn back toward her. Her full pink lips are pouting at me.

"What news?" she asks.

"Sadie asked to be my girlfriend yesterday."

Her heartbeat quickens as I feel a jolt of shock.

"Sadie asked you," she states slowly. "She asked you yesterday."

"Yea, I mean, she kissed me at the beginning of the summer and then…"

"She kissed you at the beach house didn't she?" Vic whispered with edge in her voice. Woah, is that a flash of anger I feel?

"Um, yea, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but she really wanted to keep it a secret for awhile."

Vic laughs bitterly. "Wow," Vic spits. "I knew she was… but this is just…"

If I felt anger before, now Vic's insanely livid. I don't even need my wolf senses. Vic's face turns red and her arms start flailing around while she speaks in French. I don't speak French but I hear a lot of "MAIR-duuuhhh" and "Poo-tan," which I'm fairly sure are French curse words.

Then Fleur starts speaking French with Vic. All I can gather is that Fleur seems to be pissed on her daughter's behalf. I'm completely loss and Bill just looks bored and is yawning throughout this whole ordeal.

After five minutes of this, Vic turns back to me. "I have to go to work!" she yells at me.

I look back at her completely frozen for a couple of seconds. But then I respond calmly, "Vic, I thought your last day was on Friday."

"You were wrong," she says while pointing a finger at me. That's a lie. I can sense it but I don't have a death wish so I'm not going to challenge her.

She makes her way to the door. "Hey!" Bill shouts, "Fabric!"

Vic pulls out her wand. "Accio sweater!" She catches a sweater that comes flying toward her and then continues to make her exit.

Bloody hell! What was that?

"Underage magic? Really? What are we going to do about your daughter?" Bill asks Fleur.

He seems surprisingly calm given the fact that Vic just went mental and then left to go work at a job that she doesn't have anymore.

Fleur smiles at Bill and then turns to me. "Be careful with that Sadie girl," she tells me with a slight French accent before sauntering out of the room.

Thank you for the advice? I turn to Bill. "Am I missing something?" I ask him.

"Yup," Bill replies.

I look at him waiting for him to say what exactly. He scoffs. "Oh, I'm not getting involved in this. But once you've figured it out, we'll need to have a chat." And then he follows his wife out of the room.

What the bloody hell is wrong with this family? I climb a set of stairs heading to the second floor. Maybe Louis will make some sense!