Re: In-person: Teddy/Vic
[It had rather been forever since he'd been there, or days, or months, and they were all the same, really. Even when they'd hid, they'd been able to catch glimpses and touch without being caught. Until that year when she was about to turn fifteen, after nearly a year of snogging, while her dad hadn't realized anything was happening all. Her mum had known, and she suspected her grandmum and aunt and uncle had as well, but they'd no bias the way her dad did. They rather wanted Teddy to be a Weasley; everyone else was, and that was quite a literal statement.
She held onto his fingers with a primness that was, perhaps, new to him. She'd never been a snake with him, never been green and silver and chin held high. But her grip was light and delicate, pale fingers cool in the summer stickiness. Yet, she held on without being tentative, and she led him to the door, past the cool sand underfoot and to the salt-faded wood of her memories.]
They were happy times. [It was a correction, but an entirely mild one, and she pushed open the door and hesitated. She wanted to go in, but she feared it too.] They won't be there. [She said of everyone they knew and everyone they loved.] We should swim.