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๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐น๐พ๐๐๐: ๐ซ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐ท๐ฌ๐ต๐พ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ
สแดแดษชs, าแดสสษชสแด, แดแดแดวซแดแดสษชษดแด, แดแด แดกแดสแด , แดษดแด แดแดแดแดs
๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ
แด แดแดษชษดษชวซแดแด
๐ข๐ฎ๐ฝ โ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ปโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ฒ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐, ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐น๐, ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐.
๐๐พ๐น ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ?
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐.
๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ.๐๐ธ, ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป
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โ โ โ โ Ahh, September First. The day every Hogwarts student heads to Platform 9ยพ to begin another year of school. The summer was quiet, perhaps too quiet. It seemed as though all the drama was finally settling and would be left behind. No pesky app would bother anyone. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ, ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ต๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป, ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ? No, no. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป will not go away so easily. Most people had even deleted it off their phone, but that doesn't change the notification that pops up when the train pulls into school. A foreboding welcome back message is accompanied by a massive attack on various students. Now instead of watching the first years get sorted and catching up with your friends, you are dealing with the fallout of all your summer shenanigans being leaked publicly. Good luck trying to unpack your bags quietly when everyone else is trying to unpack just what terrible things you did when you were away . . .
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โ โ โ โ Sheโs running late. ๐๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ.
โ โ โ โ โDominique!โ Bill yells in a last-ditch effort to satiate his eldest. She still wonโt stop the daggers that she is throwing in his direction, as if itโs his fault that his other daughter doesnโt know how to be on time. โIโm leaving without her, Dad. Iโm not missing the train so she can straighten her hair,โ Victoire hisses. Fleur and Bill share a look. They know she isnโt bluffing. She and Louis are dressed, packed, and full off delicious crรชpes and tea. It is nearly eleven in the morning, after all. Hardly an early enough hour to warrant panicked tardiness.
โ โ โ โ โI will wait for โer. You take zem to the station, chรฉri.โ Always the peace-maker among her children, Fleur doesnโt need to use her Veela gifts to charm her way out of the potential argument brewing between her daughters. The cute French accent that she refuses to lose does wonders on its own. โCome โere, Louis. One more โug!โ She pulls her son close and kisses the top of his head. He at least has the respect to wipe it off only after she has set her sights on Victoire.
โ โ โ โ Mother and daughter. So similar, and yet so achingly different.
โ โ โ โ They smile at one another, but the flash of darkness across Fleurโs face is unmistakable. โWhat is it?โ Victoire hesitates. โNozing, nozing,โ she soothes, yet the worry is still there in her eyes. โJust zad to see all my babies gettiโ older.โ Her lie is as believable as she is ugly, but Victoire lets it go. She has to if she wants to make the Hogwarts Express. Late is not in her vocabulary. It isnโt like she has a flying car on hand . . . or any burning desire to be like her obnoxious uncle. โGoodbye, Mama. Je tโaime. Miss you already.โ They share a hug before Victoire charms her suitcases to carry themselves to her hands. She does it with wandless magic, still a feat she is proud of, though she does not like to brag with it at school.
โ โ โ โ Bill and Louis hold each other and his bags tight, while Victoire grips the excessive belongings she is bringing to school. She would do a spell to make them bigger inside, but then she wouldnโt have a reason to buy all the cute trunks in the first place. โCount from three?โ she teases her father once all her stuff is secure. His scarred face immediately softens into a grin. She always made him do it when she was little before he apparated with her. Victoire closes her eyes, envisioning Platform Nine and Three-Quarters before her, and Billโs soothing voice carries her off.
โ โ โ โ โThree,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Two,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ One!โโ โ โ โ In an instant, magic envelops Victoireโs senses and transports her to Kingโs Cross. Only one more step until she is back in the only place that feels truly like home.
โ โ โ โ โSave a seat for Dom,โ Bill says as wraps her in a hug. Theyโre both equally terrible at goodbyes, but at least that means this will be short. โYou know she wonโt sit with me,โ Victoire retorts. His fleeting touch already leaves her empty. She has always been a daddyโs girl, in spite of everything. Or is it because of everything?
โ โ โ โ โNever hurts to try,โ he winks. Though it is just a few feet between them now, Victoire can barely hear him over the chaos of departure. It feels like a thousand families are there saying goodbye, a cacophony of disjointed sounds and jumbled bodies and luggage. She canโt handle staying any longer.
โ โ โ โ โBye, dad.โ
โ โ โ โ A soft smile. Two simple words. Maybe it seems like nothing to a passerby, but between them, it says everything. Victoire doesnโt look back as she boards the train. It wouldnโt be right. It wouldnโt be the woman she has built herself to be.
โ โ โ โ She takes only moments to find the train compartment that her friends have already texted her about. They even saved her the window seat. โThanks, ladies,โ she beams as she settles in. Just as the horn on the train screams its final call, Victoire swears she sees a rogue Ravenclaw scarf barely leap into the car doors. ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต, ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ.
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โ โ โ โ โSo who do you think the new magical theory professor is? My mum refused to say. That stick goes further up her arse every year,โ Farhiya deadpans, but a small giggle overtakes her in a moment.
โ โ โ โ โWhy did they split her classes up anyway?โ Victoire wonders as she begins to unpack her dresses in their double room. They only have a little while until the sorting ceremony, but it is never too early to charm some wrinkles out. โShe wanted to focus more on this research thing, I guess. And they told her they had the perfect candidate,โ Fari shrugs. โHopefully theyโre cute!โ
โ โ โ โ โYouโve got a boyfriend,โ Victoire teases, although they both know he will be cast aside in the next month. The more adventurous of the duo twirls around Victoireโs bedpost and crashes above the freshly-made sheets. The Veela tries not to huff at her hard work undone already. โPerhaps they will be my next conquest,โ Farhiya teases. โWouldnโt that be something: a professor!โ
โ โ โ โ โYou sound like a crappy porno,โ Victoire chides, but the slight laugh that escapes is all the encouragement Farhiya needs. She leaps off the bed and drapes herself seductively against the wall, hand splayed across her forehead for good, dramatic measure. โHe could tutor me after class, punish me when Iโve done wrong, and โ โ A pillow crashes into her head before she can finish.
โ โ โ โ โFARI!โ Victoire tries to come off offended, but she canโt quite muster it. โLetโs just get this sorting over with so you can get laid already.โ In a fit of soft laughter every time they make eye contact, the girls descend to The Great Hall.
โ โ โ โ โIt never gets old!โ Fari dreamily looks at the charmed ceiling and twirls through the towering doors. The entire grand room is decorated for the start of a new term in glittering banners of each house. It is truly magnificent.
โ โ โ โ โCan you believe itโs your last โ โ
โ โ โ โ But the words catch in Victoireโs throat as her jaw falls slightly agape.
โ โ โ โ There are moments that people dream about again and again. They write the scenario over in their head a hundred times and replay it like a movie. For some, itโs their wedding. For others, itโs receiving an award. For Victoire, it was reuniting with Edward Remus Lupin. But in all the ways she pictured seeing him again, she never expected it to be this.
โ โ โ โ Here.
โ โ โ โ At Hogwarts.
โ โ โ โ The place she saw him last.
โ โ โ โ The place she never thought heโd be again.
โ โ โ โ โTeddy?โ
โ โ โ โ Itโs not her usual commanding voice. Itโs a whimper, barely audible. It hurts like fucking hell. Of course he doesnโt look toward her; heโs a hundred feet away with the professors. ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ'๐ผ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ถ. Even with the strange glasses clouding the familiar face or the too-expensive grey suit seeming out of his taste, it is the same smile. The same . . . geeky Hufflepuff scarf. And heโs happily conversing with Hagrid.
โ โ โ โ Her whole world stops. She canโt move.
โ โ โ โ โIs that . . . ?โ Farhiya doesnโt finish her own question. โBabe, I swear. I swear I didnโt think it would be him. My mom never mentioned it at all.โ Victoire stays quiet, but she believes Fari. Her friend doesnโt know the whole story. No one knows what happened. She just knows it was bad, that Victoire hadnโt said that name for years, and now here it was tumbling out of her uncontrollably. Before the Veela can even explain or maybe ask for help, Fariโs boyfriend is behind her, whisking her away. She doesnโt even fake a protest for Victoireโs benefit. Typical. Just like always, she disappears without a care.
โ โ โ โ In a small consolation, at least Jacqueline is beckoning her too-excitedly to settle in at a table. They have a long tradition of sitting near each other, back to back; then the different houses canโt keep them apart. Farhiya, of course, does the same with whatever boyfriend she has at the time. Now is no different; it doesnโt matter to her that Victoire might have needed the support. Although she is the original inspiration for how to basically sit next to someone no matter their robe colors, Farhiya isnโt exactly known for her reliability.
โ โ โ โ Victoire forces herself forward, each step closer to Teddy. The closest theyโve been in years. โYou look like youโve seen a ghost! Did Peeves getcha?!โ Jacqueline teases. The alcohol on her breath overwhelms Victoireโs senses, forcing her to focus back on the moment of reality. โYou need some of this, beauty.โ A flask mysteriously appears in Victoireโs hand. She only secretly takes a small one to avoid the conversation that comes from saying no. Jackie, of course, hasnโt noticed the new staff addition. She wonโt be cutting her friend any slack. And Victoire really could use the drink.
โ โ โ โ She wants to be anywhere but here. See him in any way except this. But she canโt look away from the man on the stage. Edward Remus Lupin. She hates him. She loves him. She hates him. She loves him. Time disappears. All the names and placements of first years are a blur, until finally the spell is broken. Finally, his eyes find hers. Her instincts compel her to smile, even if just slightly. The self-loathing is immediate. How could she smile after what he did? She hates herself for the weakness and tears her gaze away before taking in any more of his unfamiliar presence. Her avoidance is so quick that she doesnโt even notice the old familiar tell of happiness: his professional brown hair has flushed rose gold. She wonโt look again to find it for herself. For the rest of the meal, she doesnโt even glance in the direction of the professors. Yet his presence still burns a hole through her. She can practically feel the energy of the space between them.
โ โ โ โ Victoire tries to make polite small-talk with the Gryffindors around her. When McGonagall introduces him, when the name โProfessor Lupinโ crashes through The Great Hall, she aches more than she ever has at the full moon. Her senses are on fire. Not even the small clang from the staffโs direction brings her attention, despite some of the braver students โ mostly the assholes surrounding her โ letting out small chuckles. She doesnโt want to be in on any jokes about him. Teddyโs painfully familiar voice fills the chamber, and every word cuts like a knife in her gut. Her heart keeps telling her to scream. Stand up. Yell, โHow could you?โ Make a fool of him in front of everyone. But she only plays with the last of her peas and finishes the final sip from her goblet. ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ผ ๐'๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐ช ๐ญ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ, she muses.
โ โ โ โ โVic?โ
โ โ โ โ That cursed nickname snaps her attention. Itโs an insult. ๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ช๐ต๐ต๐, she forces herself to think it through. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ'๐ป๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ญ๐ป๐ช๐ถ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ. Itโs just because Jacqueline has been sneaking firewhiskey into her pumpkin juice since the beginning of the feast. { And sneaking it all on its own long before that. } Once, Victoire found it quite cute that they would find a way to sit by each other no matter what, but now with a drunk girl getting too close to whisper in her ear, she almost longs to be back in the hellhole of London. ๐๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ.
โ โ โ โ โTime to gooooo,โ Jacqueline coos. She means it as a sexy provocateur, though her slight stumble ruins the image. But the least Victoire can do is go along with it; she hadnโt even realized theyโd been dismissed. โOf course, baby,โ she purrs. Her arm hooks into Jackieโs elbow to give her friend the steady anchor she doesnโt know she needs. Jackieโs inebriation only gets worse with motion.
โ โ โ โ โWhat shall we do tonight? Break into Ravenclaw?โ Itโs Farhiya who comes up behind them both โ having easily intimidated her way through the lower years โ with her signature sweet-nothings of trouble and chaos. Her two-week boyfriend is already too far behind for her to care. Perhaps his conversation at dinner wasnโt interesting enough. She waited for or on no one. โBrilliant!โ Jackie squeals. โWe can charm the books to scream all through the night! We can fill their shoes with chicken eggs! We can . . . oh my god! I forgot to eat the pie!โ
โ โ โ โ โGood luck getting any sort of riddle out of this one,โ the Veela hums. A plate of blueberry pie is already floating into Jackieโs fingers, but she still catches the slight.
โ โ โ โ โWho needs you anyway, killjoy?โ The troublesome Hufflepuff sticks out her tongue for good measure. Victoire forces herself to grind her teeth and keep her mouth shut. If she gets upset, then she only proves the point. And all three of the girls know that their ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ช isnโt going to go anyway. She has done the exact same thing on her first night for every year she has been at Hogwarts. She wonโt invite them. She wonโt tell them what it is. But they all know she will sneak off and do it, ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ, again.
โ โ โ โ โWas that your name?โ Jacquelineโs drunken eyes try to survey the thinning crowd behind them, but Farhiya is quick to dismiss her. โProbably just Victor, the seventh-year Slytherin.โ Wordlessly, she slips the weight of Jackie onto herself. Before Victoire can even react, the two non-Ravenclaws are making a very suspicious turn towards a certain blue and silver common room. โSee you, then,โ Fari winks and takes off into the sea of reuniting students.
โ โ โ โ When soft fingers brush against her elbow, Victoire assumes that itโs some first-year who has lost their prefect and needs help with directions. But the honeyed words that come from behind her make her stop in her tracks.
โ โ โ โ โVictoire.โ
โ โ โ โ Itโs just her name, but why is it so much more than that when it slips off his lips? His voice is almost as breathless as the last time she saw him at the lake. ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฝ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐บ๐พ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ.
โ โ โ โ She forces herself to turn around, despite every nerve in her body screaming to keep going. The vivid blue of his eyes shatters the walls she worked so hard to create around her heart. Heโs here. Heโs in front of her. But heโs not the same boy that left. Heโs not a boy at all. And she is no little girl.
โ โ โ โ So why does she feel so small and trapped in his gaze?
โ โ โ โ โHi.โ The lopsided curl of his lips beckons her to kiss him again. โYou alright?โ
โ โ โ โ And just like that, the feeling is gone. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ต๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ? She could hex him then and there. But she wonโt. The familiar icy calm creeps over Victoireโs body. Her commanding posture and isolating glare take over in ways hurting someone with magic never can.
โ โ โ โ โExcuse me, Professor Lupin?โ she tries to say his title with as much venom as she can. Years of heartbreak and anger make her hot and heavy, but Victoire did not curate her perfect image only to lose it in an outburst with a new professor. Even if itโs him. Even if itโs her Teddy. His smile wilts. โOf course Iโm alright,โ Victoire lays her polished charm on thick. A coy grin lights up face but never reaches her piercing eyes. โPerhaps youโre the one that is lost.โ She lets it hang in the air to torture him, and just when he opens his mouth to reply, Victoire cuts him off.
โ โ โ โ โIt has been so long since youโve been here, hasnโt it? Although I can hardly remember it.โ
โ โ โ โ Itโs a lie, and they both know it. Regardless of the 1,000 days that had passed since the last time Victoire and Teddy had been together, she can picture it in crushing detail. She spent three years trying to forget the way he made her feel, in hopes the abandonment wouldnโt leave the hole in her heart such a wide chasm forever. But she canโt deny the damage already done. Permanently done. She used to think the time apart would heal something, but seeing him like this, Teddy acting so casually, only confirms her deepest fears. It hurts all over again.
โ โ โ โ She never meant anything to him.
โ โ โ โ โYeah...itโs been some time, hasnโt it?โ
โ โ โ โ A ludicrous question, almost as bad as his first. Victoire holds her composure, but her eyes burn. She has never cried in front of anyone. Not since her childhood. Not since the walls of Beauxbatons taught her how to be strong in front of others. The price that you paid when you couldnโt was too high. She canโt bear it. Not in front of him. He keeps her from having to reply, which is perhaps for the better. All she wants to do is hit him across his stupid . . . beautiful . . . no, annoying face.
โ โ โ โ โVic . . . Iโm . . .โ
โ โ โ โ She doesnโt care what he has to say, doesnโt care about the nickname she only ever let him use. Sheโs already decided nothing can change what happened. What he did.
โ โ โ โ โIโm really happy to see you.โ
โ โ โ โ Itโs another nail in the coffin of her heart.
โ โ โ โ Teddy keeps rambling as if his words can fill the space of time that he should have been there for her. โI know I left in a hurry, but I can explain. Please if you'll just let explain . . .โ
โ โ โ โ The world starts to take place again as he looks around. It may have felt like they left everything behind, as if it were just the two of them alone again, but the throng of students is still milling about. A few are even daring to watch a little, perhaps with too-keen an interest. Better for him that they arenโt alone. Victoire would never have been so pleasant unless her reputation was at stake. She crosses her arms across her chest. She doesnโt want to hang on his every word. If he can leave her without a second thought, canโt she pretend to not care what he has to say? She feigns boredom and lets the harsh emotions finally fall from her face. The threat of tears, thankfully, disappears too. She is as she has always tried to be. Emotionless. Cold. If he thinks she will wait eagerly for his every word, then he has become as foolish as the Americans he studied with.
โ โ โ โ โLook, I made plans to meet with Bash and Veronica at Juneโs, so, if youโd like to come . . . Iโd really like to explain myself . . . please . . . โ
โ โ โ โ She wants to laugh. She wants to make a joke. ๐ข๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐พ'๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช ๐๐ป๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ๐ธ๐ป ๐ท๐ธ๐, ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ? But thatโs not the Victoire that she has built for Hogwarts, for her own sanity.
โ โ โ โ โYou buying me a pint that you get for free from Veronica isnโt the kind of apology Iโm looking for, Tedd โ Edward. Professor.โ
โ โ โ โ ๐๐พ๐ฌ๐ด.
โ โ โ โ She almost holds her composure, but nearly saying her old nickname for him cuts her resolve. There it is. A softening. His endless effect on her. Against her will, her hand starts to reach out for him. It almost feels like she can let it all go just for a moment.
โ โ โ โ โIIIIIITTTTTโSSSSS TEEEEDDDDDD!โ
โ โ โ โ But she canโt. Not like this.
โ โ โ โ A hurricane crashes behind Teddy, lurching him forward into a headlock. James has always liked to bring him down ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ต. โCanโt wait to have that guaranteed O, am I right, Victoire?โ he gushes, completely unaware of the tension he just broke. Though Jamesโ question is for his cousin, it is his god-brother that holds his unraptured attention. Victoire, however, is only grateful for his interruption. She wouldnโt want to do something she would regret. She made a point to never like Teddyโs Instagram photos, but that didnโt mean she hadnโt seen them. Seen ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป. It was clear that Teddy didnโt spend any lingering time with Victoire on his mind.
โ โ โ โ She takes the opportunity for the distraction and slips away. The excited droll of James drowns out the sounds of her retreat. โTed, mate, you have no idea how much Iโve missed you! I begged dad to let me see you, but he wouldnโt let me! Having me there would distract you from your studies? Bollocks, am I right? Anyways . . . โ His voice cuts out as she rounds the corner, and Victoire lets out the breath she didnโt realize she had been holding.
โ โ โ โ Just as relief begins to settle in, an old but all-too-familiar vibrate spins from her phone. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ ! She slips it from her robe pocket. The dreaded gossip machine hasnโt been on her phone for a year, but that doesnโt change the notification somehow glaring at her from the screen.
๐ฒ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐, ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐น๐, ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐.
๐๐พ๐น ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ?
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐.
๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ธ, ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ปโ โ โ โ Her heart falls through her stomach. The few students around her are looking equally as terrified at their devices. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป is back. She tries to quell the rising panic. ๐๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฝ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ต๐ ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐. Victoire slips the phone back into place to act as if nothing happened. She will not be publicly phased. Nothing shatters her grace and poise. With her head held high, Victoire continues in the direction of the upper-level apartments. Although if anyone were looking close enough, they might notice that the walk back is more urgent than her usual elegance.
โ โ โ โ She is relieved that Farhiya is nowhere to be found in their shared space. All the better. Victoire wants to scour the site privately. It feels like falling back into an addiction as she scrolls through the feed, flinching at the bad news from others that catches her eye. She doesnโt want to read them all. She doesnโt want to know. But she canโt help the fear that anything of hers has ended up in the hands of the evil algorithm and could take her perfectly-built status quo away from her. She canโt have this and Teddy all in one . . . ๐ข๐ฃ๐๐.
โ โ โ โ There it is, mocking her. The second post about Victoire Weasley ever.
๐๐ช๐พ๐-๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐
๐ฑ๐พ๐ธ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ? ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐พ๐
๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐, ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐พ๐น๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ข๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ถ๐. ๐ผ๐'๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐
๐ท๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐น . . . ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐, ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐น๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐น๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ท ๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐.โ โ โ โ She hasnโt cried in years, but for the second time on the same day, her eyes start to pool with tears. Although harmless on the surface, the post berates one of her oldest and deepest insecurities. Victoire doesnโt belong, even with her own family. She is doomed to be a hopeless wanderer. Nothing meaningful. No passionate connections. No one to truly be herself with.
โ โ โ โ โPull it together.โ
โ โ โ โ Her own harsh voice surprises her, but itโs true. She is better than this. Victoire descends to her vanity, determined to turn the post in her favor like she always swore to herself she would. She holds back any pathetic emotion, sits up as straight as she can, and dares her reflection to defy her. Victoire has been lying for years. She knows the red hair is a small ruse. While she never outright said it was natural, she never wanted it to seem like it wasnโt either. There is only one thing she can do.
โ โ โ โ โCount from three,โ she whispers with her eyes shut tight. Itโs her father that comes to her mind. Itโs his belief and love that soothes her. And Uncle Charlie. She remembers all the times he was so proud of her. For being brave. She can do this. For them. For herself. Their voices say the chant together:
โ โ โ โ โThree,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Two,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ One!โโ โ โ โ Instead of her body, it is her dread that apparates now. The Victoire who opens her eyes again is no longer afraid. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป post . . . it is an inconvenience. Little more than a minor embarrassment that she can take in stride, especially considering how much juicier content is splayed out for the students to gossip about. No, that little secret alone isnโt the reason she finds herself grabbing her wand to undo an old, familiar spell.
โ โ โ โ โColovaria,โ she whispers, and the tendrils of crimson that frame her face suddenly shine in Victoireโs natural blonde. Still, she keeps it a bit darker than her Veela roots are known for; she doesnโt want that kind of trouble of that variety on her hands. At least not yet.
โ โ โ โ As she gazes into the mirror, the girl she has been afraid of for so many years looks back. Not a redhead. Not a tanned goddess. Not a Weasley.
โ โ โ โ Just a Victoire.
โ โ โ โ Except there was no such thing as ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ a Victoire. Not anymore.
โ โ โ โ Her signature bright smile is back, and she confidently gets up from the chair. She will continue with her first-day plan. This changes nothing. Her towering red-bottom stilettos carry out of her room with such confidence and grace that she can almost forget that her life was ever different than this.
โ โ โ โ The blonde hair is more than a new look. It is about coming to terms with the truth. It is about embracing herself.
โ โ โ โ And maybe, just maybe, a part of it is for ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ.
โ โ โ โ Looking every bit like a girl from a dream, wonโt Teddy have to look twice?