Teddy had been sitting on his bed, a pile of pillows propping him up against the wall and the duvet wrapped around him as he watched episode after episode of How I Met Your Mother. It was brilliant! He didn't know how he'd ever survived without tv. If he ever went home, he was definitely buying one.
Looking up as he heard the knock on his door, he was almost surprised to see Victoire there. They had been avoiding each other for weeks, and she certainly hadn't been to his room in that time, for no apparent reason. Raising his eyebrows, he looked up at her, still cocooned in the duvet. "Erm... come in?" he said, noticing the fact that she had already opened the door and stepped just inside. The determined look in her eyes worried him a little bit. She always looked quite dangerous when she was like that; a hint of angry veela in her eyes.
"'Sup?" He knew it was a bit of a stupid question, because he knew exactly what was up with her, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He wasn't exactly prepared for her to just walk in out of the blue.