Three year old Teddy Lupin flew around Shell Cottage. He was having a sleep over with one year old Victorie, who was just starting to speak and walk. Teddy loved her bright blue eyes and short blonde hair, but he just wanted her to speak to him. Because at the moment he was just something bigger than her, not a friend. He wanted to speak to her.
"Vicky?" He asked, for the millionth time that day. Victorie's eyes stared into his, but she still didn't say anything.
"Vicky, talk to me please!" He told her. The baby did nothing but stare and smile. Teddy frowned and turned his hair to mimic Fleur's, hoping to get at least a laugh. And he did.
"Hehehehe, Eggy!" The baby chuckled. Teddy face lit up into a ginormous grin. Victorie had nearly said his name.
"Hello, Vicky!" Teddy told her.
"Eggy! Vicky!" Victorie yelled, laughing. From then on, they were friends. The best of friends.