"Write me everyday," She squeezed him tightly
"I will; You'll be so sick of my writing that you'll beg me to stop." he made to let her go but she held steadfast.
"Please, Teddy no more jokes," she teased,"They're just too hilarious I can't handle them," She let him slip a few inches away but still held him strong.
"har har." he stared her down.
"har." She stared back, eyebrow raised daring him to tease further. He had no come back, but had suddenly become very preoccupied with the shape of her lips.
"Vic, I-" The whistle blew for the train.
"I'll see you soon." Suddenly her voice felt heavy.
"I'll write."
This is torture. I arrived at school so determined that I should loathe every second I was away from Teddy, but I've grown to enjoy my time here. Looking forward to his evening letters has made me a smiling stupid optimist. Waiting is not so bad since the consistency of letters is fair. I wake up grumpy, as per usual, but as the day goes on I grow more and more excited. Even though I cannot share all the excitement I feel I find no lack of words flowing from my pen as I lay down my return lines each night. As of late I have taken to rereading some of the lines as I fall to sleep, sometimes they suggest at something more left unsaid. I know that there are many unsaid sentiments in mine. Some days I will up the courage to ask about that first day over the summer. I know Teddy said that he was only pulling my leg, but I cannot erase his expression from my mind when he asked me to kiss him. I also cannot eradicate these butterflies that come with the passing memory though they have faded sufficiently, they catch me off guard. I have yet found occasion to ask.
-Victoire
"I must not ask her to marry me. That would be absurd. We're only sixteen. She's probably had fifty strange men ask her already. I wonder if veela powers work through owls. . . is that what's wrong with me? She's never messed with my head before. This is crazy." Ted crinkled up another paper with illegible blots on it. He put his pen to the paper again and then jumped up and walked around the room. Setting it down finally, determined to reveal nothing of his feelings, but to win her over this coming summer, in person, and bring her back to Hogwarts with him. . .