When Teddy was entering fourth year, Victoire was finally, finally old enough to attend Hogwarts. This time it was Louis who was sobbing into his mother.
Victoire sat with Teddy and his roommates.
"Hey," said Ryan. "Who are you?"
"She's my younger cousin," said Teddy.
The boys looked away disinterestedly and started a conversation about Quidditch. Victoire was more than a little bit hurt. She wasn't just his little cousin! She was his best friend. More importantly, Victoire felt hurt that he hadn't talked about her enough to his friends that they'd know who she was. Was Teddy ashamed of her?
Later, a girl with green eyes and a brown braid slid open their compartment door and plopped down across from Teddy. The boys all gave out variations of "Hi, Amelie." Victoire waved.
That was when the girl noticed her, and her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she took in Victoire sitting next to Teddy. "Who is she?" she asked unkindly, snapping her Drooble's gum.
Victoire didn't narrow her eyes back, though she wanted to. She smiled prettily and tucked her blonde Veela hair behind her ear and said, "Hey."
Teddy said, "This is Victoire. She's my best friend."
Victoire noticed happily that recognition passed on the boys' faces. "You're that cousin," Henry said, more interested.
Amelie was frowning. She turned to Henry and said, "How do you know who she is?"
This caused everyone in the compartment to laugh and roll their eyes. "He talks about her all the time," explained Nolan.
Teddy laughed too. "Vic, this is Amelie Zitmus, Charlie's twin sister."
The girl laughed. "Teddy," she said, leaning over to squeeze his arm. "I'm not just 'Charlie's twin sister.' We're all friends, too," she finished haughtily.
The reaction to this was not what Amelie had hoped. The boys all snickered and Charlie laughed out loud. "Yeah, right," he said, "You wish."
Amelie frowned and snapped her gum as her cheeks tinged pink. She directed her gaze at Victore. "You can't really be best friends with Ted. You're cousins. You automatically have to like each other."
Teddy was the one frowning now. "That's not true," he said shortly, "Anyone can be best friends, cousins or not. And anyways, Vic and I aren't really related. Her uncle, Harry Potter, is my godfather." Victoire noticed he added a slight emphasis on 'Harry Potter.'
The boys gaped at her. "Hey, Teddy never told us your last name," said Nolan.
"It's Weasley," said Victoire, "Victoire Weasley."
"I thought Weasleys have red hair," Amelie said, trying to act in a position of power once more.
Victoire crossed her arms. "I take after my mom's side of the family. I'm one-eighth Veela. You might have heard of my mother. Fleur Delacour." It really was helpful sometimes to have famous people in your family.
"Hey, my dad went to the Yule Ball with her!" laughed Nolan.
"Is your last name Davies?" Victoire asked, laughing too.
Nolan nodded.
Amelie jumped in. With a sideways look at Teddy, she said, "Did they break up? Isn't having bad relationships something that runs in families?"
Charlie frowned at her. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Nothing," sniffed Amelie, with another look at Teddy.
Victoire thought she knew exactly what was wrong, but she didn't say anything.
The food trolley lady peeked in. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"
Teddy jumped up. "Chocolate," he said, already pulling galleons out of his pocket.
"Me too," said Amelie immediately, glancing at him.
Victoire got Drooble's, popping two gumballs into her mouth as Amelie watched her.
"Let's have a bubble-blowing contest, Vic," she suggested suddenly, smiling.
Victoire smiled too, though miffed that she'd used her family's nickname. "Sure," she agreed.
Teddy laughed. "This is gonna be great," he said, "Victoire blows the best bubbles."
"We'll see," muttered Amelie. She gestured to Victoire's pile of gum. "Can I have one? I mean it's not really fair if you have two fresh ones and I have one stale piece."
"Why don't we both spit these out and take a new one," said Victoire, "I'll let you take one of mine. But why didn't you just buy gum yourself?"
"Yeah," Charlie chimed in, glancing at her uneaten pile of chocolate, "You don't even like chocolate."
"Whatever," Amelie muttered, blushing. "Okay, let's start."
Victoire chose a gumball, working it in her mouth. Henry clapped his hands. "Best out of three," he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let us begin the Drooble's Best Blowing Gum Competition. Today's contestants are Amelie Zitmus and...Victoire Weasley! The two will blow their best bubble when I say go. The winner will be judged by size. Let us begin in three! Two! One! GO!"
Victoire released a perfect bubble of air; it was small and drifted to the ceiling where it popped right away. Amelie's was large and drifted around lazily. Teddy gave Victoire a look as if to say, 'What are you doing?' Victoire squeezed his hand to show she knew exactly what she was doing. Amelie watched this with narrowed eyes, but when Henry announced that Amelie had won, she smiled at Vic with satisfaction.
In the second round, Victoire's came out the size of a bludger. Amelie, who'd thought Victoire would be easy competition, had blown one which could be better compared to a snitch. The boys' eyes were big as saucers when they saw how large Victoire's bubble was. She was the one grinning now, as Amelie glared back with a determined look on her face. Victoire was ready. For the third round, Amelie's bubble came out sizable but not nearly as large as Victoire's, which was the size of a 'yago ball' (or whatever it's called) she'd seen at a Muggle athletic store once. The bubble bounced around the compartment.
"Woah," said Henry, "Well, the winner today is, obviously, Victoire!" The boys hooted and hollered and Teddy cracked up laughing.
Amelie stood up in a huff, her face pink. "I'm going to go. You guys are so immature, making me join in bubble-blowing contests." She left, shutting the door hard behind her.
Charlie turned towards them. "Don't mind her. She's acting weird today," he said apologetically.
Victoire gave them all her most puzzled look. "Wait...," she said slowly, as if just realizing something, "Wasn't she the one who wanted to have the contest in the first place?"
This caused the boys to crack up, and Teddy gave her a proud smile.
A/N: Oh wow, the author's note is down here! ;) So I hope you enjoyed that chapter, I know it was kind of long and draggy but I had sooo much fun writing it. And even though this story has mostly been leaning towards Teddy's point of view, this chapter is more from Victoire's perspective. It has a lot of OC's you should keep in mind. If you don't remember who these boys are, they're Teddy's roommates from the chapter Owl Post: Henry Wood, Ryan Smith, Charlie Zitmus, and Nolan Davies. And Amelie...well, I'm not going to say much about her other than drama's going to start soon. ;| Also when Victoire is talking about the 'yago ball,' she means yoga ball. :'D. Anyways, don't forget to review, and stay tuned for the next chapter!