By the time they arrived at the bungalow, it was safe to assume that Victoire was more than just a little nervous. She had never really had to do the meet the parents thing before and she wanted to make a good impression. It was important to Teddy and so it was important to her. Unfortunately, things up until that point had not gone as smoothly as she would have liked. Her first batch of cookies had burned and, as embarrassed as she was to admit it, she had yet to figure out how to open the luggage that was sitting at the foot of her bed. She had tried everything. And while she was certain she had seen a key when she first arrived, she hadn’t seen sight of it since. Her clothes (as far as she was concerned) remained locked away and Victoire was forced to make due with something that wasn’t nearly as nice as she would have liked.
She had been so tempted to cancel but then Teddy had arrived and he had looked so excited that Victoire had immediately grinned back and bit down her worries. She could make a good impression without a perfect outfit or freshly baked cookies. Hopefully. And if Mr. Lupin didn’t like her . . . No, she had to think positively. Tonight would go well. Somehow. Those cookies would have really helped though.
Resisting the urge to ask for a third time if her hair looked alright, Victoire nodded. “Ready,” she replied, squeezing Teddy’s hand in a reassuring gesture.