Chapter 11: Victoire and Jamie (OC)
Coffee flavour: cozy fire
Extra prompts: bell, opalescent, fragrant
He'd always had a teensy little crush on Victoire, but he hadn't ever intended to say anything to her about it. But by the end of her seventh year, the ache he got in his stomach whenever he saw her hadn't disappeared like he'd hoped it would. Time was running out, like a fragrant perfume diffusing through a room and then disappearing altogether - it seemed at the time like it would last forever, but it sped by so quickly, taking his breath away.
He didn't even expect her to pay him any attention - she had Teddy Lupin, after all, or so the rumour went; and anyway, he was only a stupid twelve-year-old - but he found himself subconciously planning ways to get close enough to her to tell her. One moment he would be sitting beside her on a squashy sofa, snug and cozy in front of a roaring fire, just holding her hand and twining a silvery, opalescent strand of her hair around his finger (that was ridiculous! They weren't even in the same House!); and then he would be sitting opposite her in the library, pouring over thick, dusty books with her. The bell would ring every time he tried to talk to her, though.
He didn't say anything until they were waiting to board the Hogwarts Express on the way back home. He tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Victoire?"
"Yes? 'Oo are you?" He loved it when she affected a French accent, rich and throaty.
"I'm...I'm Jamie," he squeaked. He wished his voice would hurry and break already.
"'Ow nice to meet you, Jamie. Did you want to speak wiz me?"
"I just wanted to say...I love you."
She didn't say anything at first, and then she patted him on the head and said, "'Ow lovely," before boarding the train, chattering with a group of friends.
Oh well, he thought. There was always her sister.
A little flippant, I know. Jamie doesn't suit seriousness very much.
In case you're wondering, Jamie Kipp is in the same year as Albus, Rose and Scorpius, which makes him somewhere between five and seven years younger than Victoire, depending on when his brithday is and whether you put Victoire's DOB in 2000 or 2001. He's a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, very confident, and very good-looking - he knows it, too.
Oh, and the Victoire-in-my-head always speaks with a fake French accent. Don't know why...