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Fleur knew she had over a month before the beginning of the term, but ever since she had received word that the professorship was hers, she had been trying to hide just how nerve wracking she found it all.  Professor Weasley!  She had considering Professor Delacour-Weasley, but knew that her maiden name by itself was enough of a chore for non-French speakers to pronounce.  Add 'Weasley' to that and it was a recipe for disaster.  The fact that she would be responsible for making sure classes full of students would receive an adequate comprehension of arithmancy was a little daunting to her.  She was confident that she could do it, and do it well, at that, but this knowledge hadn't kept her from being a bit uneasy anyway.

This week, Fleur would have little time to dwell on that, though.  Try as she might to begin organizing her lesson plans, the task was proving impossible with two little girls running around.  Since Charlie's arrival earlier in the week, Victoire's normally even energy level had sky-rocketed.  There seemed to be closer to six toddlers in the house, with all the things the two cousins managed to get themselves into.  Right now, sitting on the sofa, Fleur could hear them in Victoire's room, playing loudly - it sounded as though Victoire was trying to make it known just how many of the toys in the room belonged to her.

The sound of footsteps made Fleur look up, in time to see Bill coming down the hall.  She put her quill down and drew her feet up onto the couch.  "Please tell me Victoire is sharing.  I do not think I can handle another tantrum like yesterday's."