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โ โ โ โ Eight oโclock came and went. Victoire was not even close to being ready at the time she had promised. โEight sharp,โ she uses a fake voice to mock herself as the clock on her phone glares the truth at her.
โ โ โ โ An hour and half is ๐ฏ๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ, right? Hopefully Veronica is already too drunk to notice. Based on previous years, the odds were in Vicโs favor.
โ โ โ โ Though her stiletto heels protest the descent to the town, the witch refuses to transport herself magically to the party. Sure, most people above seventeen do so once they leave official Hogwarts boundaries. However, you donโt earn abs like hers by apparting to Hogsmeade. And some of the muggle ladies she had partied with in London over the summer always loved to insist that pretty girls in party dresses were immune to the weather. ๐ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ต๐ญ, they would proudly sing. Victoire rather likes the muggle they quoted. Cardi B is spunky. The world can always use more of that.
โ โ โ โ Of course, the fact that walking makes her even later is just an added bonus. After ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ปโs embarrassing post about her inability to convince anyone to join her, Victoire knows that avoiding the small talk at the beginning of the party is an absolute must. She does not need the thin, sober crowd eyeing her with disgust or, even worse, pity. A quarter of the school is already convinced she spends her summers in rehab. ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝโ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ฝ๐ฑ, she muses as her walk reaches its end. If anyone knew what had happened to her two summers ago . . .
โ โ โ โ Well, it wouldnโt be only odd stares greeting her anymore.
โ โ โ โ She can never let the truth get out. And because ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป is all too good at finding information, Victoire cannot afford for a single soul to know. At least not until she has left this school and some stupid algorithm no longer cares for her existence.
โ โ โ โ Juneโs Berry Bar finally comes into view. A few of its swaggering visitors might whisper about Vicโs inability to have a date, yet that is their problem. They donโt know that she will have one. Not tonight, of course, but just that morning, an ornate piece of paper slipped itself under her door. ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก, it read. ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ฆ. 18:00. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ Why she has to wear black is a strange mystery, but it is all rather exciting. Victoire is looking forward to this more than she admits to herself.
โ โ โ โ Septimusโ warm smile swims across her vision. He really has grown up so much. They both have. Theyโre far from being the troublesome preteens who went out of their way to antagonize each other. Her own grin lights up just thinking of him; she canโt help it. It almost feels like she has the good kind of secret. The one only the two of them share.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ช๐๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ผ.
โ โ โ โ Vicโs entrance to the party is quiet and goes unnoticed, just as she planned. But her beam of happiness does not shine for long. She could have never prepared to see her nightmare scenario the moment she walks through the door.
โ โ โ โ โI'm very proud of you, Edward.โ
โ โ โ โ The strange American accent grates through the air. It pulls in all of Victoireโs attention even though she desperately wants to avoid seeing the figure draped over Teddy โ all intertwined fingers and familiarity and love. Her voice may stick out as foreign, but itโs more than clear that she belongs next to him. The black-haired, elegant woman is picture perfect, just how his Instagram photos warned Vic she would be. And his other two best friends hover close. Everyone he cares for most is right there. She shouldnโt ruin it.
โ โ โ โ โYou've finally managed to establish yourself as an authoritative figure. Your students will respect you a lot more after this. Believe me.โ
โ โ โ โ She doesnโt want to be noticed by the birthday girlโs group yet, but Victoire canโt help it. Not after a comment so absurd. A laugh escapes her, and they all turn to look at who would make such an incredulous sound.
โ โ โ โ Respect? For โEdward?โ Because he got a stick up his arse and assigned a positively stupid essay? Respect was the last thing on Victoireโs mind when it came to the man who taught her theory of magic class. She strides over in order to properly insert herself into the conversation; picture-perfect moment be damned.
โ โ โ โ โLast time I checked, all that really happened is that your students found you to be a right old git,โ she purrs, more crouching cougar than sweet house cat. Sheโs vicious. Teddy stares. His eyes warn her: ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ธ๐น ๐ฒ๐ฝ. Instead, Vic musters her poshest of British accents. โNot to throw a wobbly, Edward, but donโt you know better? Or do you just get off on being a wanker these days?โ Victoire throws a smirk in his direction before leaning over the bar to kiss cheeks with Veronica. โCheers to you, birthday lovie!โ
โ โ โ โ The girl warmly accepts her embrace. โThanks for making it, princess!โ
โ โ โ โ Desperately trying to keep her smile as genuine as possible, Vic pulls away from Veronica to reach a hand out towards the . . . newcomer.
โ โ โ โ โCharmed to meet you. Iโm Victoire.โ The air crackles with tension.
โ โ โ โ โI know. Weโve met.โ
โ โ โ โ Her world loses color, and the high from teasing Teddy crashes down. There is no possibility that she would have forgotten meeting ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ woman, of all people on the planet. Completely infeasible. She wants to wipe the polite leer off her face, but the American continues: โThe Bent-Winged Snitches concert. Surely, you must remember . . . it was only a couple of weeks ago.โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire chokes down her surprise. โBent-Winged Snitches concert?โ Veronica wordlessly slips her favorite drink into her fingers, but she nearly knocks it over already. โNo, no, youโre mistaken. I wasn't even there.โ She waves a hand to laugh it off, but a few droplets of her French 75 splash against the other one as it shakes nervously. Itโs impossible. She was . . . in London . . . with Jackie . . .
โ โ โ โ ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ๐ธ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท.
โ โ โ โ Taking a sip of the drink to save herself more spills, Victoire racks her brain for the truth. Why does it suddenly feel less impossible? Did she really make it all the way back to Hogsmeade?
โ โ โ โ Cybillโs smug look seems to think she did. โConsidering the state you were in that night, it's a surprise you were living in the same universe as the rest of us.โ Daggers. Victoire wants to stare daggers through this womanโs very soul { and maybe plunge some through her heart too }, but she forces the anger down, down, down, down . . . Except little can stop her knuckles from going white as they grip the side of Veronicaโs bar. She forcibly removes them to keep from breaking open the wood.
โ โ โ โ โIโm Cybill. Edwardโs girlfriend.โ
โ โ โ โ The moment she has been waiting for. The words she always knew would come.
โ โ โ โ Victoire blinks once, twice, too many times. ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ผ๐ต๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ? ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ๐, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ช๐๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐โ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ?
โ โ โ โ It's Beauxbatons all over. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Perfect smile. Attentive eyes. Every word poised and dripping sweet like honey. โThe pleasure is all mine,โ she beams. It kills her inside. But sheโs fucked something up; she did not graduate from that prestigious French school, after all. Unbeknownst to herself, Vicโs fingers have been playing dangerous games with her cocktail. She didnโt mean to boil the liquid, but between her thoughts running wild about ways to secretly murder someone and trying to maintain composure, the magic slipped away from her. Like a fucking out-of-control child. When did that even happen? How?
โ โ โ โ The glass burns her touch, but she is too stubborn to let go and admit what has happened. For a moment, she worries that she has caused further problems. Hot air ignites the back of her neck. But no, it is only Bash as he leans in, all too ready to take in everyoneโs attention.
โ โ โ โ โVictoire, youโll never believe what I found! The exact thing you were looking for!โ
โ โ โ โ All of the groupโs looks turn quizzical.
โ โ โ โ He arches an eyebrow and waits. And waits.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ฑ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท. ๐๐ฎโ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ท ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. Itโs pathetic and she hates it. But itโs all she has.
โ โ โ โ โThe . . . thing! Of course! Bash, thank you! Where is it?โ
โ โ โ โ He eats it right up. Suddenly he is gripping her shoulders and leading her across Juneโs Berry. โThis way, this way!โ he urges, and they leave the group behind. Victoire wants to look back; is Teddy watching her walk away? But she keeps her gaze forward. Itโs better not to know.
โ โ โ โ The second they are out of earshot, she wiggles from his grasp and secretly hides the heated drink on an empty table. โBASH!โ she scolds. โA thing? Really? You couldnโt come up with anything better?โ
โ โ โ โ He smiles sheepishly.
โ โ โ โ โLook, youโre lucky I even pulled you away. Thereโs only one ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ I like seeing more than two sexy ladies fight.โ The tension is still built up in Victoireโs body. A small part of her wants to use it all to send him reeling. She crosses her arms to keep from hexing him. โAnd what is that?โ
โ โ โ โ โYour pretty face,โ he teases. Maybe she should send him packing. โIโd hate to see her scratch it. I live with that woman, you know, and yes, she keeps those claws sharp.โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire shoves him for good measure. โGo to hell, Pepper.โ
โ โ โ โ But he only chuckles at her admonishment. โOoooh, last names. Watch out! Scary Weasley coming through!โ Far from being afraid of her, Bash playfully grabs her waist and nudges her towards the corner booth. โYou sit tight, far away from any Americans who might throw your tea into the harbor, and Iโll bring us enough alcohol to โ โ He stops himself to think. โActually, Vics, you tell me. Are we drinking to not care, or are we drinking to forget?โ
โ โ โ โ She wrinkles her nose in distaste. โBash, I am not trying to blackout ever again!โ
โ โ โ โ โSo you admit that you blacked out that night!โ
โ โ โ โ โI didnโt say โ โ
โ โ โ โ Heโs already walking away.
โ โ โ โ โDonโt worry. We were gonna drink to forget no matter what you said,โ he calls playfully over his shoulder. โAnd your secret is safe with meeee!โ The only thing louder than Normal Bash is Tipsy Bash Pretending to Whisper. Multiple other party-goers send Vic a questioning stare, though none of them have the courage to follow up.
โ โ โ โ Victoire doesnโt want to think about it, but the intrusive thought pushes itself to the forefront: sheโs not old enough to order a drink where Cybill is from. Sure, Juneโs didnโt exactly worry about carding any of the witches or wizards that found a haven within its walls. But Victoire is not even close.
โ โ โ โ The realization makes the shots that Bash returns with all the more welcomed. โSo, looks like Iโm your date after all,โ he teases as he slides in across from her. She does not want to talk about ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป on top of everything else right now.
โ โ โ โ โIโll cheers to that,โ she smiles. Anything to end the conversation. They clink the two tiny, devilish drinks and knock them back. Heโs shoved another between her fingers before she can even wince at the first one burning the back of her throat. Victoire blinks, and there are eight empty glasses on the table in front of her. How did that happen?
โ โ โ โ Bashโs tolerance is significantly higher. She should absolutely not be doing this . . .
โ โ โ โ But theyโre on the dance floor. Her happy place. Victoire doesnโt have to think when she is dancing. She doesnโt have to do anything. She can just be.
โ โ โ โ Time melts away. She laughs as the two of them twirl about, without a care in the world. When his hips fall in time to hers, she doesnโt pull away. Not like last time. Their bodies, their breathing, their everything โ itโs all synchronized. Harmonious. This must be the happiest sheโs been in a long, long time.
โ โ โ โ โBash!โ
โ โ โ โ The sound of her own voice surprises her. Vic turns to face him, and she doesnโt hate how his hands that once cradled her sides have found their home around the more intimate curves below her waist.
โ โ โ โ She leans into his ear and wraps her arms around his neck. Itโs an excuse to be heard over the music, but he greedily accepts her touch. โWhat is it, hmmm?โ
โ โ โ โ His eyes stare into hers a little too playfully.
โ โ โ โ โWell, I was wondering if youโd want to get โ โ
โ โ โ โ โGet out of here together?โ he finishes for her.
โ โ โ โ Victoire playfully hits his shoulder, and he returns the gesture against her ass. โI was going to say get another drink, Bash!โ
โ โ โ โ He doesnโt look disappointed. It was only a joke. One that, sure, he might have been happy to make reality if she played along . . . but thereโs nothing wrong with having a little fun. โLead the way, blondie.โ His lips might as well be kissing her neck. The tiny hairs are standing on edge as his whispers tickle against them. It nearly sends chills down her spine.
โ โ โ โ She uses every ounce of self control to peel away from him, but they interlock pinkies to navigate through the crowd without losing one another. Nicโs ๐ต๐ธ๐๐ด๐ฎ๐ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ birthday party is the exact sort of proper knees-up Vic imagined it would turn into.
โ โ โ โ โWhat do โ โ But Victoireโs jaw falls slack instead of finishing her question. Any concern for Bashโs drink of choice is lost when she makes eye contact with the very man she has been trying to avoid. Her little finger immediately wiggles away from holding Teddyโs . . . best . . . mate . . .
โ โ โ โ Theyโre so close. She can see every freckle across his nose. Every detail of his bright blue eyes. But ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ is too. Right behind him. Holding his hand. Of course she is. Some terrible, stupid slow song is playing, and the golden couple is finally going to the dance floor. Probably to do little more than sway back and forth.
โ โ โ โ Sure, thatโs why it bothers Victoire. Itโs so lame to not truly dance. Nothing more than that. But if Bash notices his friend, he doesnโt show any sign of it. He reinforces their connection by taking Victoireโs entire hand. Getting to the bar is supposed to be her job, but one of them is clearly more in charge of their faculties than the other. Itโs better this way; she doesnโt have anything to say to Teddy anyway.
โ โ โ โ The pair find their new safe haven and sit with their elbows against the bar. Though they keep a surprising stillness, the sea of bodies moves in time to the soft melody.
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ค โ๐๐ค ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ .
โ โ โ โ Victoire does not want to listen to the lyrics, but they pierce through her hardened exterior. She hates how her gaze glides to them so easily. Cybill with her back turned to the bar, her body pressed up against him in a warm embrace. Edward with his girlfriend.
โ โ โ โ Victoire has no right to stare.
๐ผ'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ'๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐๐ โ๐๐โ.
โ โ โ โ Bash works his magic again: thereโs a glass in her hand without her having to ask. He scoots his bar stool closer to hers and says something she canโt make out. When their thighs accidentally lean into each other, neither bother to move away. The alcohol burns her throat almost as much as his touch.
๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ . ๐โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ .
โ โ โ โ She looks back at him. She doesnโt want to, but how can she look away?
โ โ โ โ Heโs already staring at her. Itโs probably nothing more than a fluke โ a meaningless accident that he found her across the room. Teddy is most likely wondering why she is pathetic enough to watch a man slow dance with his significant other.
โ โ โ โ Time stops the moment their gaze meets. The connection is hypnotic.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐พ๐ฌ๐ด. She really can see herself falling straight through his eyes. Falling for him. But itโs only a second before Victoire forces herself to look away. Any longer would break her heart. In the barโs disco light, it almost looked as though Teddyโs hair flushed pink while they looked at each other. It hurts too much to recognize the truth: of courses he isnโt happy about her. If it did actually blush pink, it was for the woman draping her arms around his neck anyway.
โ โ โ โ She refuses to get caught staring again, but Bash pulls her back in.
โ โ โ โ โSo, Cybill and Teddy . . . โ he muses, just as she takes another drink. He playfully tucks his fingers on the bottom of the glass, forcing her to either finish it all in one go or risk spilling it all over herself. He doesnโt realize how happy she is to have the excuse to chug it. Maybe she really is drinking to forget.
โ โ โ โ Especially when she can see the couple sharing a kiss out of the corner of her eye.
โ โ โ โ โDo you want a love like that?โ
โ โ โ โ The question burns in a million ways that Bash could never understand. ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ โ as in with a guy who was capable of completely abandoning someone when they finally connected? ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ โ as in with a guy who would nearly kiss another girl at a greenhouse in the middle of the night?
โ โ โ โ Victoire does not even know how to begin to answer, but, mercy on Merlin, she doesnโt have to. Billie Eilishโs voice is miraculously replaced by the iconic melody of David Bowieโs โLife on Mars.โ
โ โ โ โ โFinally!โ
โ โ โ โ Her neighbor bursts from his chair. โDonโt bother!โ Bash yells, answering his own question. Has that microphone always been in his pocket? โYou should really wish for a love like ours!โ He runs up behind Teddy and wrestles him into a head-lock.
โ โ โ โ โKARAOKE TIME!โ
โ โ โ โ His howl devours the room.
โ โ โ โ โTHIS ONE IS FOR YOU, BIRTHDAY GIRL!โ
โ โ โ โ And though the two boys look every bit a drunken mess, Victoire cannot help it. She does wish she had a loving friendship like that. But she doesnโt stay to watch them serenade Veronica. In her drunken haze, it all feels a little too much. She finds refuge with a random girl she has enjoyed a class or so with throughout the years. Her name is on the tip of her tongue โ Rachel? Riley? No, wait. Itโs Ryan.
โ โ โ โ โFancy a drinking game?โ the blonde ventures. The bar has a few tucked away in the corner. It takes a moment of hesitation, but the Hufflepuff eventually laughs. โMight as well. Let me get my friends and another round. Then youโre on.โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire did not realize she was holding her breath until she lets it go. Itโs a miracle that Ryan has accepted her rather odd invitation. But isnโt every girl a friend of one another when they are pissed? She doesn't realize the favor she is doing the Veela as they whisk each other away from the singing madness. Vic has already watched Teddy be in love with someone for one song; she really canโt sit through another.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ After losing a million rounds of darts to Ryan Boot and her friends, Victoire takes refuge in the corner. The night of socializing constantly is a bit much for her introverted nature. Bash, however, pops up from nowhere and waves her over, but she shakes her head no. His saddened eyes look her up and down. Back up. Back down. Theyโre ravenous. Itโs . . itโs what she is used to.
โ โ โ โ He beckons her forward again. The life of an extrovert knows no such sympathy.
โ โ โ โ Another no.
โ โ โ โ Vicโs stubbornness wins the fight.
โ โ โ โ Bash is not walking towards her; itโs a complete drunken swagger. Though he is still coherent enough, the twinkling in his eye confuses her. But things become all too clear when he playfully slides up against her. Her drink falls to the ground, forgotten and useless. She doesnโt really need more anyway.
โ โ โ โ For once, the Veela is caught off guard. His body pressed against hers is welcome and familiar. His hands teasingly find the small of her waist and play a dangerous game with her dress. It is already terribly short. If he bunches it up any further . . . well, even in this state, Bash knows exactly what heโs doing.
โ โ โ โ โWhere have you been?โ Victoire taunts. โI nearly forgot that you existed.โ
โ โ โ โ One hand leaves her side and slides up her body. It takes an authoritative hold of her chin as he looks deep into her eyes. โIs that a challenge to make myself more memorable, Weasley?โ
โ โ โ โ Breathing becomes impossible. Heโs stunned Victoire into complete silence, and his victorious smirk damn well knows it. Sheโs gobsmacked.
โ โ โ โ One, two, three . . . she canโt help but count how long he stays so close. Itโs intoxicating. He has clearly won round two of their stand-off.
โ โ โ โ But he lets her go. ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐พ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐. She struggles to find air without Bashโs chest against her own. Was it that easy to fall in time with his rhythm? A small chuckle escapes him as Vic still tries to recover her faculties. โDonโt worry, baby, Iโm only here to chat.โ She flinches involuntarily, though Vic can't explain why being called that feels so out of place.
โ โ โ โ He slides into the same corner booth they had occupied earlier. This time he pats the spot next to him instead of letting her take her place across. His grin looks innocent, but his eyes sparkle with mischief.
โ โ โ โ Victoire takes the bait. Her body once again hums to life as it comes into contact with his.
โ โ โ โ โSo, tell me about yourself . . . โ he invites. โAll those years hanging around each other, but I feel like you and me didnโt talk as much as we shouldโve. At least not alone.โ
โ โ โ โ She wonders if he can hear her heart raging in her chest. What could she possibly tell about herself that wouldn't send just about anyone packing?
โ โ โ โ โVictoire.โ
โ โ โ โ His voice is oddly tender. So unlike the goofy, self-assured playboy she has always known him to be. The confidence he radiates gets replaced by something completely unrecognizable on him. Is Bash really so drunk that his personality has changed?
โ โ โ โ โIโm sorry for what ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ ๐พ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป has done to you lately. Itโs not fair.โ
โ โ โ โ It sounds like he means it. Like he actually cares.
โ โ โ โ So, naturally, Victoire tries to dismiss him. Her hands do all the talking for her in little waves, but Bash catches one with his own. โIt does it to everyone. Iโm nothing special,โ she insists. โPeople are often too wrapped up in what it says about them to even read what it says about others. Iโm sure hardly anyone noticed . . . โ
โ โ โ โ Itโs denial; Victoire has felt the judgmental looks coming her way. What was once admiration seemed to be clouded with distrust more and more. But she canโt blame them. They may not know the truth, but they are right to be wary of her. She has done plenty of things to make her worth distrusting.
โ โ โ โ Bash tries to catch her direct attention. She can feel his not-so-ocean eyes searching her face for any clue, any real emotion. Victoire hates it, but she breaks. He may not inspect her with baby blues, but the swirling complexities of caramel and dark chocolate still look right through her. They're beautiful. ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ? ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ช๐ ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ?
โ โ โ โ โBash . . . โ Victoire hesitates. The alcohol burns her judgment to a crisp. Thereโs no reason to keep up these walls. She never should have built them in the first place. โI have always let people say whatever they wanted.โ A pause. Her last chance to keep it inside. But there are too many secrets hidden in her chest. At least one of them, one of the smaller ones, has to come out. To give her room to breathe again. โSay anything about why I left Beauxbatons. Because it didnโt matter. None of it mattered . . . โ
โ โ โ โ She looks down at their hands still brushed up against one another.
โ โ โ โ โWhat happened?โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire takes one more deep breath.
โ โ โ โ โThey were cruel. The other students. I was a social pariah. Bullied so badly that I,โ her voice breaks, just like she did all those years ago in that school. He wraps her in a warm hug. It isnโt sexual. It isnโt charged. He simply holds her. โI know exactly how you feel,โ he whispers as he strokes her hair. โBut we arenโt those people anymore. No one can make us victims anymore.โ Bash doesnโt say what happened to him, why he can relate all too well to her words. But she can feel it. He has been there too.
โ โ โ โ She has no idea how long theyโre there, intertwined. It could be hours. It could be thirty seconds. Somehow both would make perfect sense. Except, eventually, the music changes tune, and an egregious techno beat interrupts the lull of their synchronized heartbeats. Vic forces herself to pull away. The edge of the booth bench hangs ominously near as she scoots further back.
โ โ โ โ โI think I should maybe go.โ
โ โ โ โ Bashโs wistful look turns sour.
โ โ โ โ โExcuse me? Go? You canโt! Iโve just found you!โ
โ โ โ โ It doesnโt make sense. His lips havenโt moved.
โ โ โ โ Then new arms envelope her from behind. In her drunken stupor, Victoire did not realize that Veronica had sneaked up behind her. Reality is starting to slowly come together, but itโs all a bit fuzzy. The true consequences of the alcohol are beginning to catch up.
โ โ โ โ โMy people! My cuties! Iโve been looking for you! The birthday girl! Me! You must tend to me!โ
โ โ โ โ Vic spins up and lands on her high heels, more balanced than her true inebriation levels should normally allow. โI just meant to the loo, Nic. Of course I wonโt leave your party!โ Itโs a lie. Bash knows it, but he doesnโt rat her out.
โ โ โ โ Nic wraps her even tighter for a second before mercifully letting go. โJust come back to me after, princess.โ
โ โ โ โ Sheโs already spinning away. โBash, go get me another gin from the back!โ
โ โ โ โ He only mildly protests with a raised eyebrow in Vicโs direction.
โ โ โ โ โThe things I do for my mother.โ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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โ โ โ โ Victoire stumbles out of the bathroom. The booth in the corner is currently occupied by some couple passionately making out. Bash and Veronica are nowhere to be found. Itโs not like she expected them to wait around for her; however, she canโt see them anywhere now. Vic hates that little part of her that wishes they had hung about one moment for her to return. But it was too much for her to ask that from anyone. She is the kind of person . . . you just . . . leave behind . . .
โ โ โ โ A strange buzz draws her attention back in.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ฑ, ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ช ๐น๐ฑ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ! ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท . . . ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ต๐ธ๐พ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ . . .
โ โ โ โ Wait, she has one of those! It is her phone that made such a sound!
โ โ โ โ Vic fights against the zipper to reach her device. When it refuses to budge, a hiss escapes from her mauve-colored lips. โ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ถ!โ her fingers are twisting and the spell is slipping through the air in her own voice before she knows to stop herself. But it fizzles uselessly against her foe. ๐ค๐ท๐ต๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ and ๐พ๐ท๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ arenโt quite the same.
โ โ โ โ Sulking in defeat, Victoire melts into one of the stools in the corner. The wall is a welcome friend. She is awash with peace the moment her head leans against it. Some of the partyโs disco lights still filter through her closed eyes, and the loud music still thuds in time with her heart. But all she can focus on is the tingle of the cold drywall against her shoulders and the smooth silk of her white dress hugging her body tight.
โ โ โ โ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ . . . ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ . . . ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ !!
โ โ โ โ โI always preferred Teddy,โ Vic giggles. โOops!โ Hearing her own voice out loud catches her off guard; that was supposed to be in her head, along with her other thoughts of Teddy. A hiccup rocks her delicate balance. The sudden movement nearly knocks her off her stool, causing her to descend into more laughter, but no one notices the mishap. Theyโre all . . . starring. At something else entirely. Her confusion follows their enraptured attention.
โ โ โ โ โTed!โ
โ โ โ โ Oh.
โ โ โ โ Vic is not chanting his name in her head after all. Itโs Bash. Out loud. By the bar.
โ โ โ โ And yes, there he is. The "professor" is grasping a red cloth like a lifeline.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ฎ๐, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐๐ฎ๐ต'๐ผ . . . ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ . . . ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ . . ?
โ โ โ โ Her mind is reeling as she tries to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
โ โ โ โ ๐ข๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ . . . ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ . . . ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ?
โ โ โ โ โTE โโ
โ โ โ โ Bash and Veronicaโs cries are drowned out as the barโs front door bangs closed behind Lupin. Without hesitation, Nic moves to run out after him. At least she wants to, until someone beats her to it. How is she so close? Victoire doesnโt remember getting up and walking, but she is already halfway across Juneโs Berry.
โ โ โ โ โLet me take care of it.โ
โ โ โ โ Each girl is surprised by how sober Victoire sounds. However, her actions spill her secret. Both hands cup the ownerโs cheeks as she presses a kiss on her forehead. โBirthday girls donโt play mummy tonight,โ she coos. ๐๐ต๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ต๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ . . . but Veronica isnโt exactly in a place to argue either.
โ โ โ โ She leaves before anyone can reason with her; although with the determined look she gave, no one wants to anyway.
โ โ โ โ The cold breeze nips at her exposed nose, fingers, legs, elbows, shoulders. { Does this mean a hoe ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท get cold? Or that Victoire simply is not hoe enough for her immunity? } She stops just outside the doorway, but it is not the weather that freezes her in her tracks. Before her eyes, Teddy drops to the ground, against the furthest wall, in utter despair.
โ โ โ โ He is everything she knows he is not. Vulnerable. Closed off. Broken. She remembers feeling that way. The hollow emptiness of the world resting on your shoulders. Your mind in another place and time. Breathing doesnโt save you. Your lungs are filling with anything but air. Nothing can save you.
โ โ โ โ Itโs everywhere โ the blood, the sheer panic. His navy shirt can hide it well, but little splatters haunt his light hair and pale skin. One leg is crumpled out in front of him in defeat while the other, half-bent, burrows his arms in tighter. Heโs holding his hand close like itโs the only thing grounding him to reality.
โ โ โ โ It probably is.
โ โ โ โ What Victoire wouldnโt do to take it all away from him. Make the pain disappear. Take it on to herself and give him nothing but happiness, happiness, happiness . . . Would she do ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐ฝ again? Those horrible, dark days where it seemed her life would be over forever?
โ โ โ โ Teddy whimpers.
โ โ โ โ Of course she would. ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ช๐ผ๐ด. ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ต๐ผ๐ฎ.
โ โ โ โ A shiver threatens to erupt across her exposed limbs. Well, Vic might not be dressed very appropriately for the October chill, but it doesnโt matter now. Her fingers curl into her bun to fetch her wand. One swish of the hot-air charm, and she will be set for a few minutes at least.
โ โ โ โ โTsk, tsk,โ her logic reminds her. Blasting her tiny dress with a warm gust of wind is far from the best idea she has had all night. { But, unfortunately, not her worst either. }
โ โ โ โ โVic?โ
โ โ โ โ โShit!โ
โ โ โ โ This isnโt how she wanted to approach him in the slightest. His voice is laced with pain. Another piece of her heart breaks. Without thinking, Vicโs fingers retrieve her wand after all. Though her hair falls in messy ringlets down her back without its proper pin in place, she strides forward. The world spins as she gets closer. Is it the alcohol or how she hasnโt been alone with him in weeks?
โ โ โ โ ๐ข๐ฝ๐ธ๐น ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ, she chides. He is clearly injured and needs healing magic. It must be a terrible injury for him to have reacted so . . .
โ โ โ โ Teddy seems so small. She practically towers above him. And for half a second, she hesitates to descend. Maybe she is not the person who should help him through this.
โ โ โ โ โWhat are you โ?โ
โ โ โ โ His voice cracks, and with it, any care for decorum left inside her.
โ โ โ โ โLet me see it . . . โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire gets down on her knees beside him, and she nudges her way closer. His bent leg only half-protests when both of her own snuggle in beneath. The back of her hand delicately traces circles from his brow, to his cheek, to his jaw . . . Her hands work thoughtlessly; she has calmed enough magical creatures in her time to know you cannot grab straight for the injury. Slowly, softly, sweetly, her fingertips brush their way down to the fist he is desperately clutching to his chest.
โ โ โ โ โLet me help you,โ Vic purrs as her hand wraps protectively around his. โIโm right here. Let me help you, baby.โ She is unfazed by her own forwardness. It is as natural as breathing. ๐๐ช๐ซ๐.
โ โ โ โ โI . . . โ
โ โ โ โ But Teddy falls silent. Though not exactly known for his eloquence in vocalizing himself, Victoire is beginning to get used to it. His eyes say enough โ the terror, the worry. ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ป๐ท ? She is too focused on him and his hand to notice the blood now transferring to her, marking her skin and clothes alike.
โ โ โ โ She leans in to get a closer look at the injury. Her tangled, messy hair collapses against him. It is almost as though every piece of her wants to be near him. โI got it,โ Teddy whispers before reaching out with his other hand. He gingerly tucks it behind her ear, but the movement brings the treacherous red to her full attention. The cold is forgotten the moment his heated touch brushes softly against her face. She can feel the blood drip from his fingertips against her cheek, like cursed tears. Other beads look like theyโre falling into fresh snow as they seep into the satin of her dress.
โ โ โ โ Panic wants to set in; itโs crouching like a panther in the back of her mind. Any moment and it could attack. Overpower her. ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ป๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ต๐ต๐ผ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐ ? ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ช๐ผ๐ด ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ต๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐น ?
โ โ โ โ No, she can bear it. She has to hold it together for the both of them. Her gaze finds his own, and it hardens her resolve. But Teddy plays a dangerous game with her: that bright smile of his makes her feel drunk on something entirely different than alcohol.
โ โ โ โ โI broke a glass,โ he laments. โPlease donโt let Nic murder me later, okay, love โ ?โ
โ โ โ โ Teddy chokes on the end of his sentence, but Vic, ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ, doesnโt even notice. Once again, it feels too right for them to say these things to one another. Her muted senses accept the term of endearment without question, but the panic in his eyes catches her awareness.
โ โ โ โ โIt must hurt terribly,โ Victoire pouts. โSimple ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ and ๐ป โ hmm, what is it again? Something like fur ball?โ She bites her lip. โI havenโt exactly mastered healing magic.โ A shiver runs up and down her body in small waves, but Vic refuses to acknowledge the cold. At least her fingers remain steady against his. She scoots in closer to nestle into his warmth.
โ โ โ โ โ๐น๐๐๐๐๐ถ. The spellโฆ itโs called ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ถ.โ
โ โ โ โ Of course. Only an animal-obsessed fool like Victoire thinks of fur ball instead. She would laugh a bit at her own stupidity if her hazy mind could focus on more than one thing at a time. But her enraptured attention goes to his injured hand alone.
โ โ โ โ โTeddy, maybe you should look away for this. I have to remove the glass before I can use any spell.โ
โ โ โ โ The millimeters left between them hum with the energy of a full moon, though for once, neither werewolf child is tortured by its madness.
โ โ โ โ โThatโs alright.โ Teddy smiles. โIโll just look at you.โ
โ โ โ โ Victoire would blush if it were not for the alcohol already flushing her cheeks. As she opens his palm, her heart stops at the site of the giant gash littered with a multitude of tiny crystals. He tries to hold in the wince of pain.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ผ๐ทโ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐พ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ ?
โ โ โ โ The darkest part of her mind โ usually locked safely in suffocating darkness by her self-control โ taunts her.
โ โ โ โ โNo,โ she accidentally whimpers as she takes out little flecks of glass. โNo one needs to hurt anymore.โ Her voice is so soft; if they werenโt so tantalizingly close, he might not have heard. Vic hates the drunken tear that immediately begins to fall from her glassy eyes. She hastily wipes at it with the back of her arm, but she knows Teddy has seen. Perhaps he will have the British decency to pretend he didnโt. However, it is too late for her own decency, as she has mistakenly smeared more blood across her face and through her hair.
โ โ โ โ She looks wild. Untameable. Terrifying. A goddess of a forgotten and ancient civilization.
โ โ โ โ Another hiccup takes her by surprise.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ต๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ, ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ผ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐น๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ.
โ โ โ โ At least she was not picking out more glass in that moment. But the remaining flakes are quite troublesome anyway. Victoireโs brows furrow angrily as she tries to piece together an answer amid the slow drunkenness of her mind.
โ โ โ โ โ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐พ๐ glass?โ Her hands weave their way around in a pattern. She does not like to show off with wandless magic if she can help it, but any reservation evaporates next to Teddy. Vic used to never worry about being herself around him; itโs an easy habit she willingly falls back into. Though he strains with agony, the last of the torturous shards tug gently away from their vicious hold on him and scatter onto the ground.
โ โ โ โ An uncontrollable laugh escapes Victoire in relief. She really didnโt think that would work. Teddyโs ragged breath finally finds purchase as he seems to have control of his senses again. The worst of the pain is behind them now.
โ โ โ โ โShall I get you cleaned up, messy boy?โ she hums, quite pleased with the small progress she managed. Her stained finger playfully boops his nose.
โ โ โ โ โIf you insist,โ he grins. Vicโs happiness is contagious. She mumbles ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐พ๐ป ๐ซ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ต๐ต under her breath and aids the bandages in their restoration. This part, wrapping him all up, is the easiest. Sheโs mended many a wing, talon, and paw with precision. Her instincts take over the work even in her inebriation; Victoire cares for other creatures as easily as she breathes. She cares for Teddy so easily.
โ โ โ โ But itโs not enough to keep him.
โ โ โ โ He pulls away from her โ her source of heat, of comfort. โThank you,โ he whispers. Her body aches with emptiness in the places where he used to be. She canโt stop her hand from trailing after him, anything to remain together. All he has done is stand up, but it feels like he is back ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ. Across the ocean. With someone else.
โ โ โ โ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ทโ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ต๐ผ๐ฎ ?
โ โ โ โ And that reminder burns more than any darkness ever has.
โ โ โ โ โWe should probably get back inside. The others might get worried.โ
โ โ โ โ She knows heโs right. That doesnโt mean she wants him to be. Vic lets her grasp fall away from him to stand up stubbornly on her own. Her head spins with the motion; she wants to be sick. But not because of the movement. The blood . . . itโs everywhere. Itโs disgusting. A small gag builds at the back of her throat. She forces herself to hold it together.
โ โ โ โ โTeddy, Teddy,โ she hums. Her tone is abnormally cheerful, trying to mask her nausea. โThatโs not what I meant. Look at you. Theyโll be more scared when you ๐ญ๐ธ go inside.โ Victoire reaches out to brush at least a small bit of dirt from his pants. { And she vehemently does not notice how toned he is. } โWe look like weโve been attacked by a โโ
โ โ โ โ She catches herself.
โ โ โ โ Even Teddy doesnโt need to know about that yet.
โ โ โ โ โ โ a chimaera?โ Vic offers, though the lie is delivered pathetically at best.
โ โ โ โ He pretends to believe her; Teddy is equally scared of the word she didnโt say. He pushes past it with a dismissive, โYeah,โ and chuckles, as if to pretend they simply share a joke. Not a fear.
โ โ โ โ โCome,โ he beckons with his good hand outstretched. โI know a way through the back.โ She shouldnโt take it. She knows better, but she does it anyway. Resisting him has never worked before. Thereโs no point in trying again now.
โ โ โ โ Teddy leads her through a narrow alleyway. This other entrance doesnโt feel like the only secret they share as she tangles her fingers in between his. Victoire feels hypnotized as she walks behind him, but not in the way she wants. It all seems wrong.
โ โ โ โ โTook you long enough.โ Veronica chides the moment they enter through the makeshift pantry. So sheโs caught them, hands still clasped. The guilt eats Victoire alive, like Veronica ravishing birthday cake with her bare hands before them. Between more bites, she manages to say, โThereโs barely any cake left, so if you want a piece you better hurry.โ
โ โ โ โ โI think itโs best if we wash up first,โ Teddy grins in her direction. ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ทโ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐พ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฝ๐ ? She is too frozen to break their contact, even though being close to him doesnโt feel the same anymore. Heโs not warmth. Heโs on fire. It burns. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐๐ป๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ผ๐ธ, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐๐ป๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ. Bashโs smile lights up before her eyes. Septimus is there again, making sure sheโs alright. She even thinks of . . . Cybill. Her heart falls through the floor. The calloused hand isnโt Vicโs to hold.
โ โ โ โ โYeah, not a bad idea. I didnโt wanna say anything at first, but you two look like youโve just been ravaged by some kind of a wild animal.โ
โ โ โ โ Veronicaโs soothing voice breaks Vic out of her trance. โSpeaking of wild animals,โ she interjects. It takes all of her control to remove herself from Teddy slowly, while every nerve of her screams to lunge away. ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ช๐ท. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ. ๐ฃ๐ป๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ, ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ, ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ. ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ทโ๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐๐น๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ต. ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ช๐๐ช๐ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ.
โ โ โ โ She steps away and takes out her wand. She needs this spell at full capacity. โ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐!โ The blood whips off her body in an overwhelming breeze and pools onto the floor below. โCan I, uh, clean that up later?โ she whimpers. โI think that wild animal Bash is gonna be on the hunt for me pretty soon. I promised to show him, well, uh, long story โ Iโll actually, uh โ cake. Iโm going to get some cake too!โ
โ โ โ โ โVictoire, donโt worry about the mess. But โโ
โ โ โ โ That small permission is all she needs. If Nic wonโt be mad about the blood, everything else can wait. She glances at Teddy one last time before letting the door close behind her. He looks wounded, as if she didnโt help him at all. But she canโt stay. Not like this. Victoire slips back into the room of crowded bodies and mindless music. No one looks twice, but it feels as though all of her sins are written across her body for them to read. Like all the places he touched her are as red as the blood she just cleaned. The chaos is a welcome reprieve. Victoire needs it in order to run away her thoughts, her feelings. Her Teddy.
โ โ โ โ There it is again: that buzz. And after applying a bandage, her fingers are finally nimble enough to remember how to open a tricky zipper. A new target falls into sight as Victoire reads the preview message on her screen.
โฅฝ ๐ป๐๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐๐ข. ๐ต๐๐๐ ๐๐คโ๐๐๐ . . . )
โ โ โ โ And just like that, she knows how to escape.
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