a/n Its been ages since I last updated this and for that I am so so so sorry! I have no excuse :( and I hope I have SOME readers after all this time. I was hit with writer's block and I can only promise to be better and update frequently. I have to thank everyone who has either reviewed or alerted this story, it means so much and motivates me to write write write!

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"So he just up and asked you for help?" Molly asked, dipping her spoon back into her sundae. We were sitting under an umbrella outside Florean Fortesque in Diagon Alley. The weather had heated up quite suddenly and it was warm for London. Nevertheless, the Alley was bustling and we were taking respite from the crowd. Molly swiped at her face as one of her curls fell into her face. I hesitated in rummaging for lipstick in her bag. It had been a week and I had yet to hear from Teddy, unless he wanted the whole Clan to know about his predicament he really needed to stop blabbing about it.

"Did, uh Ted tell you about it?" I asked casually, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks at her smirk.

"Oh no," she replied quickly, "No, it was Christopher who told me. Christopher Wood? He's Teddy's best friend yeah. So he would know." She elaborated.

I paused at that, "Oh Christopher told you did he?" I smirked at her. She flushed and looked down, playing with her spoon, "It isn't remotely what you're thinking Victoire!" she lowered her voice subconsciously, "We just send letters sometimes, owlpals really."

I giggled as she became more flustered. Molly never could hide her feelings from anyone, she wore her heart on her sleeve, and we all loved her for it.

"Love letters Molls?" Dominique's voice materialized behind me. I had no idea she was going to be in London today, but then Dom didn't exactly publicize her life. I glanced up at her as she propped a hip against my chair and noticed she was accompanied by Lysander, though both of them were obviously ignoring each other. Dom leaned forward to swipe whipped cream off Molly's sundae and Lysander looked away as she sucked it off her finger.

I saw Dom give him a fleeting glance before turning back to Molly. An approving smile stretched across her face, "Wood's right fit he is!"

Molly blushed further, now she looked almost upset, "Dom, he doesn't fancy me like that!"

A frown flitted over her face and I asked, "Why would you think that Molls, you're fanciable."

Molly looked uncomfortable, she was acting far more secretively than she usually did when she found someone good-looking, normally she had no qualms over dissecting and rating men's err…attributes.

"He plays professional Quidditch! He was on Witch Weekly's list of eligible bachelors!" Molly finally cried, "And," she continued before we could interrupt, "I took a good look at his ex-girlfriend in some old issues, she's leggy, and blonde…" She gave Dom a significant look.

Suddenly I realized why she was nervous, "Molly!" I whispered, "You can't think…I, why I've never even spoken to him, much anyways!" I amended.

Molly blushed and waved a hand at me, "No, of course, I know that! But he does like you, you know."

"Really!" she continued as I gave Dom a skeptical look, "That's how I heard about you and Teddy, he was talking about you! He thinks it is quite good for Ted to be getting out of his grandmother's house, at least until he has a family."

"Pardon?" What, does Teddy really think that moving about will confuse whoever is sending the letters? "I don't think owls work like that," I continued.

Molly looked confused, "What are you on about? What do owls have to do with hunting for flats?"

Dom looked amused, "Haven't the foggiest, Vic?" she winked at me.

I glared at her, "I uh, thought you were talking about something else. Anyways," I hastily changed the subject, "What are you and Lysander doing here?"

Lysander looked around from inspecting the crowd at the sound of his name while Dom frowned at me. He slipped an arm around her waist before she could sidle away and answered with an easy smile, "Dom is helping me pick up some equipment for Quidditch."

A light flush tinged her cheeks as Dominique stared at his profile. Lysander continued, "Our beaters need some new bats for summer Quidditch practices start this coming week-"

"Equipment," Dom interrupted leaning her elbow into me and I winced as it dug between my shoulders, "Nothing so interesting." She swooped another scoop of Molly's ice –cream before standing up straight.

Molls glanced at her sundae before pushing it towards Dom, "No you go ahead, I really oughtn't be eating that." She looked sick, "Excuse me, yeah?" Molly got up and pushed her way back into the shop.

Dom's eyes followed her disinterestedly, "Aren't you supposed to be preventing her from eating food?" she wondered.

I gave Dom an embarrassed look as Molly's head jerked towards us, she was still in ear-shot, "Shut up Dominique its one bowl of ice-cream!"

Dom shrugged and slid into Molly's chair. The three of us sat in silence. I gave a small cough and tried to catch Dom's eye but she coolly looked towards a group of students coming out of Ollivander's. Instead Lysander caught my eye and gave me a fleeting grin, rolling his eyes at Dom's side. Dom's huffy behavior was understandable as many of the more romanticly minded people in our family tended to blow their competitive relationship out of proportion, but she was being unnaturally sensitive if she thought that I would be insinuating that! I knew, and respected, Dom's temper towards Lysander and vice-versa, especially since Lysander was dating Dom's best friend, Charlotte. Unless the situation had changed, and I was unaware of any such occurrence, Dom's current behavior was irritating to say the least!

Lysander glanced at Dom before brushing off his trousers and standing, I'll just go grab an ice-cream, yeah?" He left quickly.

"Dom-"I started uncomfortably, she stiffened and looked away. "You're being childish!" I said sharply, "It was a simple question."

She relaxed, "Sorry," She gave me a small smile, meeting my eyes, "I'm just tense, is all."

"Do you want to tell me?" I asked awkwardly. There was a gap before she answered, "It's nothing definite, just, Charlotte hasn't owled me once since we got back."

I paused before answering, "Are you sure you haven't," I stopped when I saw her face.

"No, I'm not sure she isn't mad at me, but I-"she stopped uncertainly. Lysander was swiftly moving towards us, a cone in hand. Dom quickly rearranged her face but Lysander was watching her as he strode up. He took a quick bite before offering it to her, his hand brushing hers. I looked away.

Lysander turned towards me, "We should be off," he said abruptly, tugging on Dom's arm. She scowled at him but rose without protest, gracefully leaning over to kiss my cheek goodbye. Just then Molly came back, looking relaxed.

"Oh are you leaving then?" she gave Dom a hard hug and smiled at Lysander.

"I suppose you'll be stopping in on Ted's then?" Dom grinned at me.

I blushed again, "Yeah, Molls, if you don't mind."

Molly gave a wave, "Go ahead, I can stop by the Wheeze."

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Before I apparated out, I turned back, Molly had quickly disappeared towards Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, or the 'Wheeze' as it was known in our family, but I could see Dominique and Lysander slowly walking towards Quality Quidditch Supplies. I watched as Lysander briefly touched Dom's wrist, his strong fingers circling it, before she turned towards him amused. Embarrassed at witnessing a privately amicable moment between the two of them, I turned quickly away, and apparated.

When I knocked sharply on Andromeda Black's old house, it was not Teddy who opened the door, but Christopher.

"Victoire!" he grinned, "You're looking good!" Remembering what Molly had said I blushed. He was wearing a Puddlemere shirt and looked right at home as he ushered me in.

"Ted's upstairs, want tea?" He opened a cupboard to pull out a mug and the muscles in his back rippled, he really was quite handsome, "Victoire?"

"Uh, no thanks. I'm just nipping in then I'll be out of here."

"Alright," He said easily, "Come to a match sometime though? And bring Molly will you?"

I laughed and his blue eyes sparkled. He was charming and laidback, complete opposite with how Teddy was acting and I couldn't help lean closer to him as he grinned at me.

"Of course! Molls will be delighted! When's the match?" I asked, smiling up at him.

He wrinkled his face, "Not for a month yet." I sighed appropriately.

Continuing he said, "But maybe you and I could go to dinner before?"

I blushed; he was looking at me expectantly, 'Of course!" I said loudly, "Owl me tomorrow!"

I smiled widely at him and quickly made my way up the wrought iron staircase to Teddy's room.

The door was locked so I knocked, "Ted! Teddy its Vic-!" he swung the door open and squinted down at me, "Yeah, come in."

I stepped tentatively into the room, my nose wrinkling as I took in the overflowing dirty hamper and unmade bed.

"I suppose you've heard you're to help me find a flat." Teddy was shuffling around papers on the desk in the corner of the room. The late afternoon sun shining in through the three tall, arched windows that made up the fourth wall sent harsh shadows across his face.

A familiar feeling of frustration fell over me, "What am I supposed to say when someone brings that up? If you can't even be bothered to keep me informed-"

Teddy swung around to face me, "What, are you backing out? Got anything else more important to do? Got a job Victoire?"

"It's none of your business what I do with my life. At least others would give me some respect-"

"Respect? Do you honestly think people are going to respect you for lounging around waiting for your looks to snag you a husband?"

My mouth snapped shut in the middle of a retort. I took a deep breath feeling as though I had been slapped. Teddy straightened as I turned to leave.

"Wait!" Teddy's hand brushed my waist, "I'm sorry," He inhaled, "I'm sorry if this has been hard on you but it's been a rather lot for me as well."

I felt my resolve weakening as he strode over to the desk and piled some papers together, a lock of his now purple hair falling into his eyes.

He handed them to me brusquely, "I've got dinner plans with Christopher, just look through these yeah? If you still don't want to help I- I won't force you." He looked levelly at me, "I won't deny this will be difficult and confusing and you don't need dramatics in your life, but I could use your help Victoire."

I looked away, "I'll look through these." I waved the file in my hand, "That's all I'm promising."

He nodded then hurried me out and down the stairs.

"I'll owl you in a few days, yeah?" with that he pushed me out of the house, and slammed the door in my face.

After dinner back at Shell Cottage, the house slowly settled. Once everything was quiet, I pulled out the pages Teddy had given me. I had wanted to ask Dominique if she had read them, for I suspected they were the letters Teddy had been blathering about, but her room was dark and she hadn't been home for dinner.

On top was a flyer with a picture of a dingy looking flat on it and I quickly placed that aside. Underneath were three sheets of parchment, each separately addressed to Teddy. The infamous letters.

I noticed that only the first, dated January 3rd, had been signed with 'Your Mother, Nymphadora." The rest were simply signed, "Your Mother."

Settling underneath my quilt, I picked up the first one, and began to read.

My Dearest Theodore,

You have grown so much over the years and I am so incredibly proud of you. I hope you know that, if you know nothing else about me, that I love you with all my heart and more…

a/n please review if you favorite or alert :) review even if you don't! Let me know what you think of Christopher's intentions! And what was Dominique about to tell Victoire? And what is up with Teddy's mood swings?