Victoire Weasley | Harry Potter (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-02 23:46:00 |
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Current music: | Wives and Lovers - Burt Bacharach and Hal David |
Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {simon holden, {victoire lupin |
WHO: Victoire Weasley-Lupin and OPEN!
WHAT: Worrying...and singing...and not believing she sang that
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHERE: Front kitchen car
WARNINGS: Victoire doesn't have the best mouth in the world, and she can be rather blunt about sex.
Victoire was a little worried about Teddy. Not that she thought he'd do anything stupid, but because she was afraid both of his parents leaving without him having any real positive interactions with them would...
Well, she was worried that he was going to have to spend a lot of time adjusting to the statues of heroes that he had metaphorically built around them collapsing to the ground.
They had been anything but good parents, at least as far as she was concerned.
She'd stopped by the kitchen car to fix some sandwiches to take back to their room - and to try to calm herself down a little from her own feelings about it.
As she waited for the toasting bread, she found herself beginning to tap her foot in rhythm to some internal music. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, she began to sing:
"Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don't think because there's a ring on your finger
You needn't try anymore
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you...
Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He's almost here...
Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you'd wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love"
The expression on her face when she finished was one of sheer horror and absolute.
What the everlasting fuck was that? What kind of bloody craptastic misogynist drivel had she just vomited out of her mouth? Men will always be men? Seriously? If Teddy was going to leave her because she had her hair in curlers, then fuck him sideways.