Who: Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley Where: The Hospital When: October 16th, afternoon What: A needed talk while Teddy is awake Rating/Status: Low/In progress
Victoire had spent almost every waking moment in the hospital with Teddy, since he'd been brought here. Uncle Harry had tracked her down to let her know what had happened in person - as far as he had come to understand, at least. With the exception of getting Ben set up at her father's, checking up on him periodically and asking Rabastan to take the potion orders so that she could brew them later, Victoire had barely left Teddy's side. Most of the time, he was sleeping - and who could blame him, with all the pain potions he was taking? Any one of them tended to put the patients to sleep, so at the quantities he was taking, Victoire was half worried that he would never wake up again.
She knew that his parents had both come by, and she was sure there had been others. Surely Uncle George would've come by, by now, to get Teddy's testimony.
She knew, also, that she should visit with Louis at the prison, but his part in this, what was surely his fault in this, would make her poor company for him. Surely he felt guilty enough... though as heartbroken and worried as Victoire was, part of her didn't care. She wanted Louis to feel guilty.
Even looking out the window, Victoire had a hard time telling the time. She didn't so much as remember what day of the week it was, the days having all melted into one another. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept in her own bed. Or in Teddy's. She couldn't go home. What if he woke up, alone? She couldn't have that.
Tired, Victoire leaned her head on the mattress next to Teddy's hip, her lips pressed to the hand she held, and closed her eyes.