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C H A R A C T E R
๐๐พ๐ต๐ต ๐๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ โ Victoire Apolline Weasley
๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ด๐ท๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ โ She abhors nicknames. A very select few are permitted to say the simple letter of her first name, ๐ฅ, but that is usually just in texting situations. If she was supposed to be called something else, she would have been named something else. ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ will do just fine.๐๐ฐ๐ฎ โ Nineteen
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ / ๐ฉ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฌ โ May 2nd, 2000 / Taurus
๐จ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป โ Second, Upper Levels
๐๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ โ One-Eighth Veela { with a small dash of werewolf due to Bill's attack and subsequent issues }
๐๐ธ๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ โ Gryffindor๐๐ธ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ต โ Zoey Kay
๐ฃ๐ธ๐น ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ โ Phoebe Krum / James Potter / Teddy Lupin
S E C R E T S
โ โ Her cat is not a cat at all. After Harry's Triwizard Tournament, he gifted his perpetually-small dragon to Charlie, who cared for it perfectly until some bouncing pigtails came to his home and fell head-over-heels in love. He promised that little girl if she mastered Transfiguration, she could have the dragon, lovingly named Bonnie, as her very own. But Fleur could never find out. Victoire has never worked so tirelessly in a subject, and now, she smuggles little Bonnie in as a regular black-and-white longhair each year, with none being the wiser . . . except for her roommates. It was too hard to explain the burn marks.
โ โ Victoire never told anyone about her passionate makeout with Lupin before he graduated or that she had a crush on him for years. To this day, they havenโt even discussed it between themselves.
โ โ She lost her virginity in the most romantic and absurd way in a summer fling with an Egyptian boy also working with dragons in Romania. Yes, rose petals were involved. She is still part-Veela, people. Romance is a necessity to prove that itโs more than just her pretty face { and silvery glow? }. There was something so instantaneous about their connection. They reminisced about Cairo, how much they loved every corner of the entire country and wonder of its long history. It was electric. But their passion was equally infuriating. They constantly fought with one another. He could never trust her, and how other men would look at her drove him mad. Victoire was not one to be manipulated or controlled by anyone, so she cut him out of her life. But a part of her still misses him too.
โ โ She actually did participate in one prank during her lower levels, in her seventh year when she was Head Girl no less. James still doesnโt know who enchanted all of his clothes to start telling his most embarrassing childhood stories and secrets every time he talked to a girl. It took awhile to figure out how to reverse it. Weeks of Potter pick up moves! Lost to the tragedy!
โ โ Victoire lied about her whereabouts for an entire summer. Before her first uni year, she told everyone that she was going to Romania yet again. It only took the most minor confusion spell to get Charlie to not spill her secret; he didnโt talk to her own parents that often. { Yes, okay! She does feel bad about doing that to her favorite person in the whole world! She's terrible! She gets it! } And she had worked there enough to earn a sense of trust. So the completely dangerous and nearly-deadly experience she had trying to save an endangered species of dragon in South America . . . well, thatโs just a story sheโll take to her grave.
โ โ No one at Hogwarts is aware of the bullying she endured at Beauxbatons. While not necessarily a secret, it is part of her past that she would like to keep behind her. The hardest part of this secret is not the truth but the lack thereof. Many-a-rumors have floated around about Victoire getting kicked out, dropping out, and all kinds of wild lies. Very few of them are kind to her. Some people have a habit of believing them.
โ โ Although a little more well-known by nature of how difficult it is to keep quiet, Victoireโs obsession with rare creatures has led her to sneak quite a few into Hogwarts. Itโs normally very brief; just a small window in time before she can find them a safe home. But she does spend an increasingly suspicious amount of time with Hagrid and / or in the Forbidden Forest.
โ โ Victoire only played Quidditch to get closer to her cousins, and it didn't even work that well.
โ โ She is so afraid of needles that seeing them can make her faint. { ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ๐ท๐ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ 2017 }
โ โ When she was a little girl, she didn't understand the concept of stealing. There was a beautiful necklace that she loved. Her mother said no. Taking it was the gut reaction of a slightly-spoiled little girl. The act wasn't supposed to mean anything, but her magic back then was so unpredictable. She still owns it and even wears it sometimes. It's not like she ever got caught, and it's too late to return it anyway.
โ โ Just like how she feels distant with most of her relatives, Victoire doesnโt think she has a lot in common with her own sister. They seem at odds with each other. She wants their relationship to be closer, but theyโre at such awkward ages and different points in their lives. She will always love Dominique, but she doesnโt always like her . . .
โ โ Victoire recently slept with a much older man just to see if she could. She regrets it immensely.
โ โ In a desperate attempt to feel like she fits in with her own family, she has been charm-dyeing her blonde hair red for years. Though she is not exactly pretending like it is her natural color, she wouldn't mind if anyone mistook it that way. It would be nice to feel like a real Weasley for a change. { ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ๐ท๐ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ 1 ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐, 2019 }
โ โ Everyone believes that the only change in Bill following his werewolf attack is liking his steaks rare. But Victoire has seen the true effects of his condition firsthand . . . what he's been hiding from his own wife. Because it's in her too, and she's terrified of it.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
{ ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ข โ ๐ข๐ฟ๐๐๐ช๐ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ โ ๐ซ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ }
โ โ โ โ Victoire has an eye for detail that perfects everything from her fully-stocked closet to the absolutely gorgeous penmanship on all of her homework. She never misses a deadline. She never shows up late. When she puts her mind to something that she is truly passionate about, she won't stop until she sees it to the end. And don't ever call her a killjoy. James made that mistake one too many times. Sure, Victoire doesn't believe you have to break every rule to have a good time, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself sometimes. That fire that sent her reeling through the streets of Cairo as a child is still burning somewhere in her heart.
โ โ โ โ Until she reached university, Victoire had a bit of an unshakeable shadow. Although a born extrovert, she wasn't exactly the most social from the years of bullying. She needs to be around others and constantly busy, with her world full of noise and color, to recharge. But she didn't have the confidence to take that leap, command a leadership role in a group, or have all eyes on her. As a result, she felt constantly unfulfilled. And the fear of being left out or made fun of followed her for years. She would have said almost anything to agree with her friends, who weren't really her friends at all: just a gaggle of popular girls who could be beautiful and petty together. She never participated in the mockery of other students, but her frosty glare could stop a troublemaker in their tracks from a mile away. And she didn't exactly stand up for anyone either.
โ โ โ โ She became a mean girl by association, and her habit of using and throwing away boys only made her reputation as an ice queen even worse. What started as an act to desperately fit in became a part of her. While she may have taken a backseat to other girls in her lower levels due to her own insecurities, her alluring beauty made her universally renowned. And the Victoire that walked through Hogwarts for university was tired of accepting second place. Not when she was capable of so much more.
โ โ โ โ After another summer wrangling dragons, she finally stopped caring about what others thought of her. Their words couldnโt burn. Their opinions couldnโt bite. Why had she let that fear define her for all those years? The Gryffindor core that had been hidden for so long finally ignited. Now sheโs commanding and ruthless, and Victoire is used to getting what she wants. She shamelessly rules the school that once made her feel so nervous and small. It can make her accidentally selfish and most certainly short-tempered.
โ โ โ โ Despite being incredibly articulate with her viewpoints, she canโt comprehend her own emotions. Denial can be her best friend. With so many years wasted on self-confidence issues, sheโs also grown especially self-indulgent and slightly resentful. She can seem so tense, like she is constantly unsatisfied with her own work and place in life, which is pretty true. She has high expectations for herself, and she is not above manipulating or flirting her way into the things she wants. { That being said, she rarely chooses to use the full power of her Veela gifts. } Most people can be intimidated by her intensity. However, you can rely on her for anything. Victoire might not be affectionate, but she has never forgotten a birthday. And she is so talented at shopping; you didnโt even realize you wanted her gift, but itโs absolutely perfect.
โ โ โ โ She doesnโt tolerate peopleโs bullshit, and she almost always takes the reins on any situation. She firmly believes, โIf you want something done right, do it yourself.โ Her trust issues run deep for group projects and emotional connections alike. She feels like an outsider in her family, an outsider in her friend group. So many of her connections seem like sheโs going through the motions. Where is the genuine love and passion that ignited her spirit during her childhood? Why can she only find it when sheโs looking right into the eyes of a dangerous magical creature that most certainly wants to eat her? She says she keeps going back because she loves her Uncle Charlie and the work they do, but is that daredevil thrill the only thing keeping her alive?
B I O G R A P H Y
โ โ โ โ Victoire came joyfully into this world on the day that many marked with darkness. As her parents looked down at her white-blonde hair and bright green eyes, they could only marvel at how something so wonderful could coincide with something so terrible. Either way, their world would never be the same. So they brought her home to Shell Cottage, their perfect safe haven, and rejoiced that the world could heal like this: one step and one day at a time.
โ โ โ โ That little home on the seaside cliff was the most magical place in the world to grow up. Victoire played endless games along its craggy shores, mysterious caves, and the twinkling wind chimes of her cozy house. It was her own paradise, all wrapped up with whitewashed walls and glittering seashells. Things were isolated. Things were quiet. Victoire never knew the pain of war that was still fresh in the mind of most of the wizarding world, despite the signs over her fatherโs own face. When she was young, she used to trace her fingers over his scars and call them angel kisses. He never wanted to correct her.
โ โ โ โ But Bill was the reckless type, and Fleur had an untamable spirit. Despite wanting a stable childhood for their three kids, they also could not bear to give up their craving for adventure. Was there a way to have both?
โ โ โ โ Fleur was already homeschooling Victoire. Despite the pureblood primary education available, she had long decided that some silly British school was not good enough for her little ones. And Bill had fiercely objected to sending them to one in France. Plus, Victoireโs childhood magic was particularly hard for her to control. So when the opportunity arose for Bill to go back to Egypt for work again . . . well, there was nothing tying them to England. So just like that, the whole family decided to alternate every few months between the English seaside and the blistering Sahara desert. Louis was even born in Cairo.
โ โ โ โ People often forget how Fleur was powerful enough to charm a dragon or how Bill was so stubborn he wouldnโt even cut his hair. She was not just a pretty face. He was never going to be a boring bank teller. So when they announced they would move abroad full time, they didnโt care for the shaming they got from family and outsiders alike. It would be absurd to sacrifice their happiness or opportunities when it could also mean raising their kids with a worldly, emboldened outlook. Sure, they didnโt make it to The Burrow for every Christmas or birthday, but there were a million more benefits to their unconventional lifestyle. Their eldest came alive in the ever-changing landscapes. She was a melodious mixture of both her parents: a lovable rogue who was both refined and rough. Victoire didnโt care if the world wanted her to pick between high tea or having mud on her boots. So long as she did it in the right order, she could have both.
โ โ โ โ The Weasley-Delacour family spent three years on escapades around the world, nearly even selling the Shell Cottage to do so. But in their hearts, Bill and Fleur knew that it would always be their home to return to. Finally, they did just as Victoire was approaching her eleventh birthday. On that day, as would happen with both Louis and Dominique, she received two letters. Her dual citizenship qualified her to attend Beauxbatons. When she was younger, her even-more-pretentious self idolized her distant grandparents, speaking French, and anything to do with her mom's homeland. She didn't want to prank, taunt, or find endless trouble like some of her annoying cousins. Victoire preferred to spend her time riding her white horse, practicing ballet, and following Uncle Charlie around. She adored sophistication, which she always associated with her mother and where she came from.
โ โ โ โ A girl with that unshakeable love for France undoubtedly wanted to attend her Fleurโs alma mater. Bill protested, but those sweet eyes of his wife and little girl always knew how to convince him otherwise. So on September 1, 2011, it was not King's Cross that Victoire traveled to, but a portkey that took her to the south of France. Her arrow burst into the colors for Ombrelune. She thought the worst it could get was the slight embarrassment of falling in front of everyone on the first day, but her misery had only just begun.
โ โ โ โ It did not matter that she was fluent in French or that her beauty spoke for itself. The girls and boys of Beauxbatons did not care to have an absurd British lunatic with her rough-and-tumble adventuring spirit { so unlike her refined and elegant mother } in their midst. Even the Papillonlisse students had a way of turning a blind eye to her situation. The students taunted her, tormented her. Not a single soul deigned to be her friend. Victoire was too stubborn, proud, and scared to admit it to her parents for her entire first year. She wanted to succeed and prove those terrible kids wrong. But spending a second year there almost broke her. When she came home for Christmas, she exploded with tears and the truth. Bill and Fleur pulled strings to have her spend the rest of her time at Hogwarts. Although she couldn't switch in January, she found her way to the Scottish castle for her third year.
โ โ โ โ Her sorting was a hatstall. He peered into her soul, asking her how the bullying made her feel, seeing what kind of potential she had. He saw her fear. He saw how she wanted to use it. "A fine Slytherin, you'd make," he whispered into her ear. "Perhaps a Ravenclaw, for your love of Shakespeare and learning . . ." But then he found her memories of Uncle Charlie: the way she fearlessly looked into a dragon's eye when she was only eight years old, not quaking when it bellowed into the sky, only laughing and dreaming of soaring through the air alongside it. The passion she had to follow and work with them, no matter what it meant for her own safety. "GRYFFINDOR!" he cheered. And so she took a seat with the red and gold, determined to finally belong.
โ โ โ โ While Victoire did not turn into a bully against others, she was initially terrified of being weak and put-down ever again. She built an aloof wall around her in the hallways. The goofy princess that played in the mud with her siblings was now the one who chided them for acting out of line and forgetting their homework. She was distant, cold. That young, carefree girl no longer seemed like a part of her. She had been stripped of her identity, dazed and confused about who she really was. If the world wanted the perfect mold of elegance, thatโs what she would be. She latched herself onto the popular crowd at any cost, secretly too afraid of what it would mean to not be one of them this time. As it turned out, being a transfer from a glamorous French school made Victoire quite interesting and desirable. It was the only good thing Beauxbatons had ever given her, so she ran with it.
โ โ โ โ Once people realized she was a part of the infamous war-hero family, Victoire was often asked what it was like to be the mother hen of all the Wotter cousins. But truthfully, she didnโt grow up with her family that much. She knew of all of them and tried to get close, yet she constantly felt like an outsider. With her stupid blonde hair, she felt even more isolated. Thatโs why she charmed it to be red. Victoire was tired of being mistaken as their friend, not one of them, but she equally felt like she didn't like the role she was being forced into either. Although she was often chided for it, Victoire refused to be responsible for the gaggle of Potter-Weasleys. Just because she was the eldest didn't mean she had to take care of them. Victoire could not be pigeon-holed as the mom friend simply because of her age, no matter how many tricks Grandma Molly tried to play on her to convince her otherwise. He was not of actual blood relation to the group, but Victoire firmly believed it was the responsibility of that silly Teddy boy to do it all. He was "much" older, practically lived with Uncle Harry, and , well . . . Victoire would have said anything to get out of babysitting those hooligans. But he wasn't exactly made out to be the leader of that parade either, unless it wanted to head straight down the road of total shenanigans. ๐ค๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ซ๐ธ๐, Victoire often thought. ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ท๐พ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ช๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ.
โ โ โ โ Despite Victoire always knowing she was beautiful, the years of torment had destroyed her confidence. It wasn't until her fifth year that she owned her good looks. Finally old enough to care about the attention boys were giving her, Victoire tried to use it to her advantage. She spent plenty of time learning to master her Veela appeal, but it equally terrified her. Most did not understand why she was so manipulative and fleeting with her suitors, but despite her reputation for playing boys like the fiddle, they kept coming. The ego of men who thought they could tame such a wild and beautiful girl was amusing. And though she sometimes felt a little bit guilty at night for breaking their hearts, she couldn't take the risk of giving hers away.
โ โ โ โ But she had loved taking risks her entire life. Even if she didn't admit it or let it be a part of her public identity at school, Victoire knew that to be true in her soul. And there he was. Stupid Teddy Lupin with his stupid blue hair would stare at her with those knowing, changing eyes. For years, she had cared little for him. He was annoying. He was practically another pestering cousin to add to her list of woes. But then he was there, keeping her company. Keeping her safe. Being everything she didnโt know he could be. Sure, he was older. Sure, he smelled too good to be true for a useless teenage boy. But god, did he have to look at her like that? It wasn't with a hungry lust the way other boys did. It was the same way her father looked at her mother. Teddy didn't see her as a Veela, a beautiful prize to be won. He saw the soft, hurt girl underneath who wanted to come out. He saw the truth. And when he smiled at her, Victoire knew the heart that she kept so carefully guarded no longer belonged to her.
โ โ โ โ When he proudly told the Potter-Weasley extravaganza that he was accepted into Ilvermorny, it was like Victoire's world stood still. But she couldn't blame him. How could he ever know that she was in love with him? And they would still have most of the summer together . . . except for when he would briefly go on a trip with Bash
{ and definitely get killed doing something absolutely stupid, James constantly teased }. While Victoire didnโt think he would %(#c98b80)[ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐พ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ die, she couldnโt live with herself if she wasted her last moments being close to him. So the night before he graduated, she dragged him back to the lake to give him a kiss he could never forget. It was supposed to be the beginning of their happy ending. But that's not how it seemed to her. It seemed that Teddy was all too good at forgetting her. She thought he would be in England for awhile; instead, he disappeared the next day. He never called. He never even sent so much as a measly postcard. It didn't even have to be magical! She would have easily accepted a Muggle photo! But no. Off he went. Victoire assumed that he kept in touch with his godparents and the cousins he was closer to, but she didn't ask them. She didn't want to know the answer, and she had plenty of other ways to distract herself, almost all of which included also running away to Romania.โ โ โ โ On paper, she had it all together. Of course she did. This is ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐. Wielder of wandless and Veela magic. Head Girl. Magnificent ballerina. Master of perfect hair and coy smiles. Victoire nailed all of her N.E.W.T.s except Divination, which Aunt Hermione assured her was a useless waste of time anyway. All she really wanted to do was follow Uncle Charlie and spend her days among the secret, scorching dragon sanctuary. But . . . she didnโt. She couldnโt. She had finally come into herself during her final two years of lower levels. Or at least, started to. How could she let that security go?
โ โ โ โ Victoire had spent her entire life traveling. It was the only constant sheโd ever had. But now, it felt too much like running away. Too much like the abandonment that Teddy did to her. No matter where she went or what beauty she saw, she would still feel empty. Although she didnโt completely give up her little adventures in the summers, Victoire realized the biggest challenge for her would actually be to stay. So, not quite sure of what career she wanted, she enrolled in the magical university courses.
โ โ โ โ People used to say it was a fluke that she was sorted into Gryffindor; it was just because her last name is Weasley. Victoire may not fit the mold of a recklessly brave lion with pranks and easy smiles, but she knows in her heart that it's where she belongs. And now her easy confidence is finally there for the whole world to see. She has ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ brushed off the cobwebs of heartbreak. She has ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ pulled herself together. She is ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ on track for everything she wants. Victoire is practically the queen of her school, and she is no longer afraid to have power or influence. Even though she is still pursuing a double major in Political Science and Transfiguration, everyone knows that the Upper Levels It Girl's passion lies in Care of Magical Creatures. At this rate, Hagrid has a new contender for his annual award of "most likely to sneak incredibly dangerous beast onto campus."
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H E A D C A N O N S
โ โ Everyone assumes that Victoire was named for the victory at ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ธ๐ฐ๐๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐ผ, given that she was born on its two-year mark. While part of that did come into account, the biggest factor was Fleur losing a drunken bet that resulted in her naming her firstborn after Viktor Krum. They had stayed the closest of friends after the tournament; why she ever thought she could catch a snitch before him was anyone's guess. The only reason it's spelled with a C is to annoy the hell out of him. That lighthearted jokester is a side of Fleur rarely seen by the world, who are often too enraptured by her Veela beauty or thick accent to see what's underneath. However, luckily for her wonderful husband and three children, there was always enough love and fun abounding in Shell Cottage.
โ โ Victoire is in love with swimming. Whether it was among the seaside of England or finding relief from the heat in Egypt, she has so many happy memories playing in water. She is not the biggest fan of making it competitive or doing laps in an Olympic lane, but relaxing in the ocean or by a pool is when she is at her calmest.
โ โ As the oldest of all the Weasley grandchildren, it was no surprise that Victoire was spoiled. Of course, it did not take long at all for Molly and Arthur's house to be filled to the brim with little rascals, but that didn't change the charming and wondrous Veela smile that convinced almost anyone to give her what she wanted. But with Uncle Charlie, there was something more genuine and real. Only he would tell her the truth about what happened before all the children were born; he was the only one who believed she was strong enough to handle it. Uncle Charlie doesn't pick favorites . . . but if there was a gun to his head, he might admit that it's Victoire. With so many summers spent together, of course, it's no surprise. Even when she was young, they had an unexpected connection. He always had a way of believing in her when no one else did. She wanted to live up to his strength, the way he believed she was so brave, so she never told anyone about the nightmares of werewolves that haunted her every night. It wasn't because they chased her. She was one of ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ถ.
โ โ Victoire has an insatiable desire to travel and an absurd ability to acquire new languages. Her obsession with Newt Scamander's work and books has taken her across continents. She is grateful for the childhood that made the entire world her playground. However, the older she gets, the more she realizes how seeing everything equally made no place truly seem like home. The Shell Cottage is more like a fleeting image of innocence. Cairo is a tangle of complications. France makes her feel so conflicted. Victoire has no roots. Secretly, she feels . . . empty.
โ โ Victoire's arrival at Hogwarts was a strange one. She was regarded as quite the peculiar fascination, given how rare it was to have a transfer. At first, she thought she was doomed to repeat her misery. People were reluctant to approach her. She often sat alone if she couldn't find one of her cousins to bother. Victoire assumed the worst โ that everyone hated her once again. But the truth was that people found her all-too intimidating. Absolutely stunning even at thirteen, mysterious, intelligent, with a slight French lithe to her words . . . she was immediately the talk of the school. And she seemed way too cool for anyone to just casually approach. Well, almost anyone. Not Mr. I'm-Coming-Out-Of-My-Cage-This-Year Teddy Lupin. Victoire didn't necessarily like him, but she had no other options lining up. Soon, she learned to be grateful for that wide smile that would light up when he saw her across the room. She was never stuck being sad and alone if he noticed. And she had never been so grateful.
โ โ Cue December 2014. Teddy was a sixth year. He didnโt invite Victoire to hang around him anymore; he didnโt have to. She had left his easy presence for a gaggle of girls who liked makeup and gossip. It would be awhile before she realized how miserable it made her. With Hogwarts lit up with holiday decorations, her friends made some excuse about being too cool to hang out for the cheesy Christmas party, but Victoire found herself wandering there anyway. And there he was. Surrounded by a crowd of first and second years who hung on to his every word. She leaned in the doorway, equally enraptured by the story he was spinning for them about Santa Claus being a Slytherin. But it wasnโt the plot that kept her gaze so focused: it was the curve of his smile, the squinting of his eyes, the elaborate motions with his hands. He finally noticed her standing there, and Victoire almost thought the ends of his hair blushed light pink. It must have been a trick of the light. There was something about seeing Teddy in his element, just being himself, that warmed a part of her heart. She realized she didnโt find him that annoying anymore. Well, maybe only a little?
โ โ She is not the biggest fan of exercise, but Victoire knows it's a necessity. She enjoys ballet because it combines elegance with dedication and hard work. Although she does not take it that seriously anymore, it is how she prefers to stay active. Of course, for those moments when she needs to blow off steam, she still has her old broom tucked in her closet. Nothing cools her off like the intensity of hurtling herself through the sky.
โ โ The exact summers she worked with Charlie in Romania are before her fifth year { when she was also nursing a broken heart }, sixth year, and seventh year. Beforehand, she had visited for shorter periods of time. But those three years were when she spent all her free months taking care of and helping the dragons. She lied to her family about also doing it before her first year of university because she thought they would never approve of the danger she was truly finding herself in. And given that her work still involved dragons, that was at least partially true . . .
โ โ No one says goodbye as terribly as Victoire does. Oh right. Thatโs because she will do anything to avoid it. Victoire hates the idea of crying in front of anyone and will go out of her way to not give any type of farewell for this reason.
โ โ She cannot cook or bake to save her life. No one is sure how, but sometimes she's so bad it's like she can even ruin cereal. CEREAL.
โ โ Victoire realized she loved Teddy Lupin his last night at Hogwarts. They were sitting by the lake, just reminiscing about the past. Victoire looked into his eyes, and she just knew. It was like those clichรฉ movies, but all of a sudden she was overwhelmed that the love of her life would not be returning to Hogwarts with her that fall. Victoire, his Vic, didnโt know how it was possible to realize her feelings so suddenly, but it was too late. She desperately wanted to tell him how she felt, but she was afraid it would fall on deaf ears. Teddy had never shown interest in her before, so what difference would it make now, revealing the truth to him? If anything, it would only strain their friendship. And that was not something Victoire wanted to do. So as Teddy continued to tell Vic a story about some prank he had pulled his second year, she sighed, knowing it would never be. But then James' stupid voice overwhelmed her thoughts again; he kept joking how Teddy was going to die on some stupid adventure and never see any of them again. So without saying anything at all, she kissed him. With everything she had. She hoped her passion would say what her words could not. But if she knew it would ruin everything, if he would just never talk to her like he did, then she never would have done it.
โ โ Victoire only laments not being in Ravenclaw or Slytherin because those colors look better on her. She is a well-established fashion icon at Hogwarts, and her closet is nearly overflowing with all of her stuff. Any of her deducted points are for not following the uniform correctly.
โ โ Bill didn't want anyone to know what happened to him after Fenrir Greyback attacked him. He wanted it to all be boiled down to a small change in diet. And while it is true that he does not transform at all during an average full moon, Bill has found that he is not entirely safe when there is a blood moon. When these eclipse phenomena occur, he goes through what he can only describe as a half-transformation. Not quite human. Not quite werewolf. Bill is slightly more conscious and less bloodthirsty than the creature that takes over him, but he still has no control over his physical body without the power of Wolfsbane. It's torturous and terrifying, but rare enough that no one has to know. He travels for work in a way that he can hide it even from his wife. Bill was going to keep his secret his whole life, until Victoire dropped into Egypt as a surprise visit. She was working in Romania; she knew her father was in Cairo for two weeks. Why not say hi? He didn't bit her. He just lashed out. A little. Bill was alone in the desert. He hadn't been particularly careful with the expensive potion because he thought no one would be around. If it hadn't been his daughter who was used to dealing with rogue magical creatures . . . well, he never would have forgiven himself. Bill wants to talk to her about it. He wants to explain. Then every time he tries to bring it up between the two of them, Victoire runs away from the conversation. She doesn't hate him for his affliction; it's not a prejudice thing. But it is an avoidance thing. She can pretend like it's not real, like it never happened, for only as long as she doesn't have to discuss it with him.
โ โ For a while, Victoire thought about going into politics like her aunt. This past summer, she tried to settle down and put her major in political science to good use by interning in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. After the guilt of lying about her location for an entire break, she thought it would be a nice change of pace to enjoy and explore London. She was wrong. Victoire was bored out of her mind. She found bureaucracy to be little more than mind-numbing bullshit. Her roommates never wanted to go out. Where was the thrill? Where was the enjoyment? So she found herself being a bit more unconventional than usual. That powerful allure had always felt more like a curse than a gift, but what was she truly capable of? His name was Mark. He was 35 years old. A successful Half-Blood lawyer. He had unattainable written all over him. But he didn't stand a chance once Victoire decided to have her way with him. It was just a one night stand, but her bright blue eyes and glowing hair are still haunting him. Veela magic has a way of doing that to a person.
โ โ When Victoire is feeling particularly down or overwhelmed, she goes into the Forbidden Forest and tries to find the pack of lupines. She doesn't like to think about why they don't attack her, why they like her, or why they let her sit with their pack. She just wants to be there for a while, forgetting a world outside of that quiet place exists at all.
V I C T O I R E โ v s โ T H E โ Q U I B B L E R
โ โ When ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป first began, Victoire ignored it. Even before it started to spit nasty secrets out, she thought it was an absurd part of the newspaper catering to people who didnโt care about real news. She never read the section.
โ โ Once the nature of the app transformed itself, Victoire was secretly terrified. It felt like Beauxbatons all over again: an entire school that would look down on and mock her over gossip that may or may not be true. Publicly, she renounced it and said she would never read it. However, she became a bit obsessed with checking every single post to make sure none of them destroyed her reputation. She craved her stable social status. At the very least, she hoped if she could be one of the first people to see any message about her, then she could potentially be in charge of the narrative to come. She was always on alert.
โ โ But it was worse than that: Victoire was almost never mentioned at all. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป once said that she was terrified of needles, which was true, but no one cared about something so useless. It was hardly a secret. She felt like she had plenty to keep hidden, and wouldnโt people care about one of the more popular girls in her year? And a Weasley, no less? Victoire tried to tell herself that maybe ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป knew she was bullied, and it didnโt want to do that to her again . . . But the truly vile information it shared about others definitely contradicted the idea that a silly program could have any kind of โmorality.โ Victoire had to face the facts: maybe she wasnโt interesting enough to post about.
โ โ However, upon her own surging confidence as she got older, she felt emboldened. If this gossip machine didnโt care about her, didnโt that make her invincible? She could do whatever she wanted, and as long as she didnโt get caught by traditional authorities, she would be just fine. That began the string of current events, in which Victoire does whatever she wants without fear of exposure. Her secret trip to South America. Her various other exploits. Taking charge like she was always meant to.
โ โ She hardly noticed that ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป was quiet this summer; Victoire wouldnโt have been checking anyway. But now she is in a dangerous position. Plenty of skeletons have crawled their way into her already-full closet. And now she underestimates the influence of the site, dismissing it even more than she did originally. Poor little Victoire. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป has her exactly where it wants her . . .
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In order to work with dangerous and endangered magical creatures, it is essential to learn the art of wandless magic. If an angry dragon knocks you down and your only method of wielding magic has skittered ten feet away, what are you? Easy. You're dead. At least, that's what Charlie joked when Victoire was only thirteen. But his little jest had a profound impact on her. She can still vividly remember it, and it created an intense resolve inside of her. Though it didn't make her any friends, Victoire was prone to spend plenty of hours practicing wandless magic. For years, she could only manage the most useless and simple spells, like having her necklace clasp spin back into place or her papers stack themselves neatly. That's part of why she didn't major in Care of Magical Creatures and why she didn't feel comfortable beginning work right away. Victoire was never going to be good enough to attain her dream. However, her near-death experience in the rainforests of Bolivia proved to be the trigger she needed to finally control more complex spells without a wand. It's still only been two years since this new addition to her repertoire of magic โ one she can't get enough of. She's determined to master it even more now, and although she doesn't like to do it in front of others, Victoire tries to sneak off to practice when she finds the time.
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Victoire did not embrace her beauty until she was fifteen, but even then, she tried to never use her Veela magic. It felt like it haunted her. The uncontrollable parts of that heritage already made her beguiling. She was scared of what it could mean to wield it for a long, long time. But as she got older, she realized that being afraid of her magic gave it power over her. It was only by owning the Veela gift and finally understanding it that she could finally stop worrying about it. But the magic is a bit intoxicating. After being bullied, the ability to make people like her and give her what she wanted . . . well, if she had figured it out back then, maybe she never would have gone through those terrible times.
No. This isn't her. It's not who she wants to be. Right?
Victoire is often at odds with her Veela gift. It can seduce her as much as it seduces others. She sometimes lets it get away from her for little things, like getting a free coffee at a cafe due to her charming smile alone. But after completely taking over Mark this summer, she realized how empty it made her feel to use it for an actual connection with a human being. There's no substance in it. And for once in her life, she wants something genuine.
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No one expected anything of Billโs werewolf attack to pass to his children; they all thought nothing was wrong with him. But it was always more complicated than he let on. Victoire had a lingering connection after all. Like Teddy and other children of lycanthropy, symptoms didn't begin until puberty. However, as a female, she has an advantage. A loophole, perhaps. She can pretend she just gets a little peckish with PMS every month. Although she has no transformation of any kind, there's something about the full moon that just drains all of her energy. It's also when her dreams of being a werewolf reach their peak. The visions are so vivid. Even though no dark creature is able to take over her body, it feels like it completely controls her mind. The hunt. The bloodlust. The anger. It fuels her nightmares. It consumes her. Sometimes, she even wakes up with scratches all over her body . . . like a werewolf that attacks itself from frustration where there is no other prey around.
She thought it would stop there. She thought she had it all under control. Then three years ago, that all changed. There are three scratches across Victoire's left collarbone. She has never admitted it, but they are from her own father. He attacked her during his blood moon hybrid state. Victoire is terrified of what it's done. Now, instead of growing weaker with the cycle of the moon, she grows stronger. Though her bones ache and her mind still loses itself to madness at night, Victoire feels more in control of her body. . . more predatory. She has a ravenous hunger. Those little irritations in life that she would normally let go suddenly bring on a fit of swift anger. She doesn't understand what any of it means. She is too scared to tell anyone. But she knows something inside her has been twisted . . . and maybe even transformed.
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{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข โ แดแดสสแดส }After a small peek of life in Shell Cottage, it is off to King's Cross. Some are more on time than others. With a year of university already under her belt, Victoire thinks she knows exactly what to expect out of this next school year. She is comfortable and confident; nothing can rock her. However, the very boy who broke her heart and sent her spiraling has materialized as if from thin air. He left her behind three years ago without so much a goodbye. It's not exactly water under the bridge, but she'll be damned if her decorum falters. At least publicly . . .
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{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข }A rather short story to touch on Victoire's connections to Hogwarts' more . . . elusive residents. But the denial of her pain doesn't remain in check once she leaves the "safety" of the castle.
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{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข โ แดแดสสแดส }In a jumbled, chaotic flashback series brought on by the drunken antics of a reunion party, Victoire can hardly keep up from down. Teddy's return has shaken her to her core. She doesn't feel like herself. Her usual cool exterior gets thrown out the window thanks to a calculated combination of dance moves and pretty boys. She'll do anything to distract herself, though running from her darkness is not as easy as taking a few more shots.
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{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข }The trouble that many students partook in at James' party is not without consequence. A long day of detention forces them all to be "contemplative about their mistakes." At least, that's what Filch intended. But Victoire's friends care more about shirking their duties and gossiping about mysterious love letters to learn from anything they did. Though she does not want to involve herself in the silly rumors, she cannot help the emotional effect they have on her.
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{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข }Victoire Always-Picked-Second Weasley cannot seem to find her footing. From Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, there doesn't seem to be any place where she belongs. However, amidst one of the worst days she has had at school, she finds a small flicker of hope. Maybe not all things have to remain the way they have always been.
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๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ
{ ๊ฑแดแด โ สสแดษข โ แดแดสสแดส }Of course, Victoire expected Veronica's birthday party to descend into complete madness. None of that could prepare her for what actually happens. Her Veela beauty can be an intoxicating gift and a curse. And, well, it doesn't help that she is quite intoxicated herself. Drinking to forget is a dangerous habit, and yet . . .
S E T S