Vic rolled over the side of the bed and unceremoniously fell out. She landed with a loud THUMP on Lily's dinky little suitcase, which, for some reason, was in their room.

"Ow! Merde."

"All right there?" Ted said, peeking at her from the edge of the bed.

"Yes, I'm fine." she grumbled in her half-asleep state.

"You know," Ted teased, "I though Veelas were supposed to be graceful."

"Shut up." But she couldn't help it, and started laughing.

Ted joined her on the floor and linked their fingers together and started playing with her ring. Each just lay there, lost in their own thoughts.

"Ted?"

"Mmm?"

"I'm hungry."

"Me too. Let's go wake up the rest of the crew, shall we?"

"Yeah."

They got dressed slowly, trying to prolong the chaos as much as possible. That wasn't possible. Chaos with the Weasley-Potter clan is inevitable.

"Vic! Vic! Victoire! Open up! C'mon, they still can't sleeping, can they? VICTOIRE! TEDDY!" Al's frantic voice called behind the door. He started pounding the door with his fists. "OPEN UP!"

Ted ran to the door and wrenched it open. "Al, what's the matter?"

Al was speaking so fast, they could barely understand him. Finally Vic said, "Why don't you just lead us to whatever the matter is, Al?"

Al nodded and ran to his room where Hugo, Fred, and James were standing, stock-still. Silent tears dripped down Hugo's face.

"Did someone petrify them?" Ted whispered, noticing that all three were sopping wet.

"No" Al whispered back. "Hugo blew up the sink."

Victoire waved her wand and the three boys were dried up instantly.

"Jamie? You want to tell us what happened?" She asked sweetly.

Hugo jumped in. " They drew all over my face when I was sleeping, and then I woke up and went to the bathroom and saw my face, and the sink just...it just..."

"Blew up." Supplied Al.

"Yeah." Hugo conceded and looked at the floor. "Blew up."

"Okay, James, Fred, to your room. Wait for me there." Ted instructed. "Hugo, mate, clean yourself up, and Vic, please make sure the plumbing is intact. I really don't fancy Obliviating the concierge."

"All right."

They set to work. Ted gave Fred and James a good talking-to, complete with punishments of helping him unpack all the luggage.

Finally, everyone was settled at breakfast, somewhat awake and almost presentable.

"Louis! Louis, ton chemise." (Louis, your shirt.) Victoire mumbled as she reached across the table and fiddled with his buttons.

"Victoire!" He pushed her away violently, and angry tears began welling up. "Leave me alone!"

"Louis, you are clearly not presentable, and that is not-" she stopped short as the saltshaker she was holding promptly shattered, showering white crystals all over her.

A few people glanced curiously over at their table. Lily came to the rescue as she said, rather loudly, "Oh, silly Vicky. You have to check if it's closed properly before you sprinkle it!"

Victoire closed her eyes and willed her anger to go away, even so, she could feel the oh-so-attractive Weasley blush gracing her cheeks.

Teddy placed a hand on her knee and squeezed it gently. "Let it go." he said quietly.

She took a few deep breaths and finally opened her eyes.

This was going to be one loooooooooong vacation.