Who: Victoire Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks Where: The apothecary shop When: Saturday afternoon What: Mother and future daughter-in-law discussion Rating: G -- PG at most Status: In progress
It was never this hard to concentrate. Victoire was one of those people who, when she set her mind to a task, couldn't be called back out. More often than not, Teddy liked to say, Victoire lived in her own head; potions ingredients, theories, deductions... It was hard to get her to pay attention to anything but the ideas that kept bubbling in her head like the potions she loved so much. These days, it was mostly always the same things, that Victoire brewed: Wolfsbane, hangover potions, birth control potions, sleeping draughts... It was monotonous, but Victoire loved it all the same, particularly when she worked on improving some of them.
But that picture had been different. It had been a portent of things to come. Bad things. Bloody things. And the child.
Victoire smacked the newt down on the cutting board, legs up, and stepped away from it with an annoyed sigh, large, sharp knife still in hand but forgotten. She couldn't think. Nothing had ever been so frustrating.