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Alfred and Charlotte cuddled into each other on the bench, Leanne rolled her eyes at them but then kissed Freddie on the cheek as he sat down beside her, Robbie and Sophie communicated silently with their eyes and Victoire sat beside them all, with an empty chair next to her and staring fixedly at the door. She drummed her fork on the table, her foot moving rhythmically to the beat it made. The Hall gradually filled up but Teddy did not enter. Only a few Gyffindors joined the table including a brown haired boy Victoire assumed was from Durmstrang. After a good half an hour she admitted defeat and slumped back in her chair. Teddy was a no-show. Was he avoiding her? Victoire briefly wondered if he was under Harry's Invisibility Cloak but then dismissed remembering her father had told her he was away on a mission where he always brought the cloak…and then a horrifying thought came to Victoire's mind…was he hurt? It was possible, he had left early in the morning after the Yule Ball and Victoire hadn't seen him since.
She clutched the arm of Robbie sitting beside her. Robbie looked at her in concern, he had felt very protective of her since Christmas night. "What's wrong?"
"What if Teddy's hurt? What if he's in Mungo's and can't come in…what if he's dead?" Victoire whispered dramatically.
Robbie soothed her, "Don't worry, he wrote to me, he's grand."
Victoire's heart dropped, "He wrote to you?" She couldn't keep the betrayal out of her voice. "I didn't hear one word from him."
"Relax, it's only been two weeks!"
"Don't. Tell. Me. To. Relax." Victoire spoke through clenched teeth, "He can't still possibly be mad a time?" She run a hand through her blonde hair desperately.
Robbie shuffled uncomfortably, "Weeell…"
Victoire moaned and put her head down on the table. The Durmstrang boy sat opposite her. "Hi," he said in a stiff voice.
Victoire's head shot up, first staring at the boy then glancing from side to side wildly. "I thought I heard…" Victoire shook her head and slid down low in her chair.
"Hi," the Durmstrang boy repeated. Victoire looked at him in shock before apprehension dawned on her face. "TEDDY!" she leaned across the table and wrapped him in a big hug, knocking over jugs of orange juice and cereals in the process. He remained still while she hugged him and Victoire slowly let go and stared at him. Teddy had turned his appearance back to normal.
"Why did you metamorph?"
"I didn't want you talking to me," Teddy stated bluntly.
Victoire's excitement died and she literally wilted in her chair, "I was drunk Teddy! I…I didn't know what I was doing!" She launched immediately into the speech that she had went over constantly during the previous two weeks.
"You're fourteen! Why in merlin were you drinking at that age? And dancing like a slut -"
Every word that came out of Teddy's venomous mouth was like a slap in the face to Victoire, "I'm not a child!" Victoire snapped at him angrily.
Teddy raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah you certainly didn't look like one when Robbie had to bring you back to bed."
Hearing his name in the argument, Robbie quickly glanced away from the fighting friends and looked around the Great Hall casually. Alfred, Charlotte, Freddie, Leanne and Sophie's stares remained fixed on the two.
"Because I was ashamed! Seeing you was a wake-up call!" Victoire replied loudly, holding her hands up, "I was, I was… just a dirty little slut." Victoire spat out the word, hating herself.
Teddy's face softened, "I didn't mean that…you'll never be one. You could have been so easily but you chose right."
"What do you mean I 'could' have?" VIctoire's voice lowered, feeling her anger draining away as the end seemed near.
Teddy's cheeks reddened, "Did I say that? I didn't mean anything at all."
Victoire raised her eyebrow as Teddy had did before, "Tell me."
"It's just," Teddy scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Well you know, you being a Veela, you could have had loads of boyfriends but -"
By this point in his mutterings Victoire had a smile so wide it was infectious and the rest of the gang started giggling at Teddy's awkward spluttering's. At the sound of their laughs Teddy stopped in relief, though still quite red.
"So…friends?" Victoire stretched out her hand across the table.
"Always Vic," Teddy smiled at her. They held hands over the table and a Celtic design glowed bright, burning into their skin. It disappeared after a moment.
"What in the name of Merlin was that?" Alfred asked, speaking for all of them.
Teddy and Victoire grinned at them. "It's the Chairde Cheile spell, an old Irish spell meaning 'Together Friends'. Whenever we have a fight, we always do that handshake when we make up," Victoire explained first.
Teddy continued, "Each time you do it, it makes the spell stronger symbolising are friendship getting stronger. If we stopped being friends it would pull us back together eventually, the magic in it connects us."
"That's amazing! When did you that?" Leanne asked, amazed.
They grinned modestly at them, "First year – when Victoire got a wand."
Everyone gaped at them, "You know, we really don't give you two enough credit," Robbie said.
"No, not a t all," Teddy agreed solemnly, Victoire grinned and turned to Teddy,
"I got a broom!"
"WHAT?"
"Yeah c'mon, I'll show you!" Victoire jumped up and skipped out the Hall, Teddy close at her heels.
"Hi Victoire!" Pactor shouted from the Slytherin table. Victoire ignored him. Teddy glared. They continued out of the Hall. Neither spoke to one another about it.
Robbie watched them go happily, "Thank Merlin they're friends again, I wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt if not."
Leanne looked at him curiously, "Why would you be guilty?"
Robbie looked at her, they had been rather distant over the Christmas holidays, she had spent a lot of her time with Freddie and he hoped they could get back to being what they once were. "I persuaded Teddy to come that night," Robbie admitted, "I thought maybe it would bring them together…"
"You noticed," Leanne murmured to herself more to him.
"What?"
"I didn't think anyone would notice they were meant to be."
"Yeah, well…" Robbie muttered wondering why this seemed so important to her.
"That was really sweet thing to do," Leanne murmured to him.
"Thanks," Robbie smiled at her.
"Leanne?" Freddie interrupted their moment.
"Mmmhmmm?" Leanne said vaguely, still studying Robbie.
"Leanne!" Freddie waved a hand in front of her face.
Leanne shook herself and looked at him. "Could you pass me the milk please?"
Leanne glanced at the jug of milk, it was closer to her but it was also within reach of his arm. Leanne looked peeved but handed it to him. He thanked her and Leanne went back to her porridge, chewing thoughtfully.
Freddie caught Robbie's eye briefly but glanced away quickly.
Whatever Robbie had hoped having a brother was going to be like, was certainly not this. They barely spoke to each other anymore and hadn't brotherly 'bonded' over anything in a while. Robbie hadn't told Hagrid, he'd probably get them both to have dinner in his hut to 'sort everything out' or 'see what the problem was'.
But both of them knew what the problem was. Or who. But both thought it was worth it.
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