Who: Victoire Weasley & Teddy Lupin What: A bittersweet sort of walk Where: Starting outside the towers When: After this chat. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Victoire paced around the apartment she shared with her sister. She was both delighted to finally see her beloved Teddy, but also not happy about the state he was in. Why did he get to see his Mum only to have her disappear? What sort of magic was this place then? Victoire wasn't so sure she liked it. Magic that hurt Teddy didn't seem to be good magic at all. Of course, she wasn't thinking clearly - surely he'd gotten some good times with her, at least he got to meet her, there had to be something good about it? Right? ...maybe.
As she made her way downstairs, she felt the usual pang in her stomach from worry. Would Uncle Fred be taken from her too? She was getting quite close to him now, and the idea of losing him again seemed awful. Too awful. But he was here and real and she should treasure that, shouldn't she? Or should she start distancing herself and Dominique so they wouldn't get hurt? She didn't know. And she hated not knowing.
She stood outside and waited for Teddy. She felt like a hug would be really fantastic for both of them right now - it wouldn't fix anything, but it would help, it always did.