"You've known me your whole life," Teddy pointed out. "I'm bound to be predictable." Or at least that was how he saw it. He could tell what she was thinking most days, and the truth of the matter was that he could smell a fight brewing between them weeks before the full on blow out happened. Then again, after twenty-six years worth of fights, it would have been weirder if he couldn't tell. Certainly if Teddy wanted to be alone, they could have stayed home, but if there was ever one thing he liked to show off... it was her. He liked the way the muggle men's heads turned as Victoire passed by. Teddy always smirked and looked particularly smug because there was no denying that she was beautiful, and the best part? She was his.