When Victoire heard the knock on the door, she knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. Was that Teddy? Or was someone else coming over to visit someone else? She wasn't sure if anyone else was home, so she pushed herself off the bed and made her way down the stairs.
She found that she was very nervous at the prospect of this being Teddy, or even seeing him at all tonight. She really wanted this to work, she wanted to be able to ask him to move back in. But she wasn't sure how she would react at seeing him. The last time she saw him, she had repeatedly pictured him and Lily kissing right in front of her. Of course it wasn't the Lily here that completed that picture--it was the one back home, in her time. The fifteen year old.
She pushed that thought out of her mind as she opened the door and saw Teddy standing out there. "You could have just come in," she said stepping away to let him enter.