A note- This is me, trying get better through writing. My maman never gave love advice, and I'm contemplating her asexuality (or demisexuality) 's existence. Yes, my Nice was attacked, me? I'm safe in London but a few of my acquaintances succumbed to it. My friends and family are injured but relatively ok. Please do not mind my errors, I'm too emotionally compromised to try at being good.

Teddy Lupin was a colourful young boy.

Being a metamorphagus did come with its perks you see. He'd never let himself fade away into the background, sporting his hair in a variety of colours and fashions. He often changed his locks- more like at the demands of a particular Weasley.

Victoire was indeed one of the prettiest girls one could ever come across. Her pale, silvery skin with her matching golden locks and impossibly clear blue eyes made heads turn and stay that way. Of course, being an insecure adolescent that she was, she would probably never come to appreciate it.

Teddy was a Hufflepuff two years above 'Toire who resided in the realm of Ravenclaw. They were pretty much inseparable.

'Toire saved him a seat at the Ravenclaw table at lunch and Teddy similarly saved her one at his table of badgers for dinner. They took out time between classes and clubs and quidditch if only to talk about the latest single by the Welsh Warlocks.

Teddy was the only one allowed to read and write things on her arms. Ever since her fourth birthday when she was given a rainbow quill by Uncle Harry ("Write you own rainbows!") the duo had taken to covering the girl's pale arms with colourful ink.

Today her arm was bare.

No rainbows graced her upper limbs this time. No one cared, she must've forgotten her inks, she must've run out, she might've even grown out of them.

"I REALLY, REALLY LIKE YOU."

The words stood out on her pale arm, written with turquoise ink in a spaced out writing certainly not her own. Looking at it made her stomach do flips. Teddy had been so distant today, not quite as vibrant as he was; his hair an involuntary shade of sickly yellow.

Victoire had pleaded and begged him to talk, until something snapped in the older boy, causing him to scribble the words angrily on her yet- to-be-written on arm.

He had been nervous. How adorable, she would say years later.

Her maman loved to quote Victor Hugo, often repeating the words to her eldest in preaching tone only mothers managed to produce when giving love advice.

"Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nul besoin de paroles."

She never believed in this, for a relationship could never quite function without words, but she never forgot. She loved him. She knew that with the barest idea of love that only a fourth year would have.

And yet her naïveté was placed in good hands, for Edward Remus Lupin would never fail his best friend.

She found him near their usual spot by the tree in the grounds. It barely provided shade from the elements, but they liked it that way. Sentimental value went a long way. His hair was white- worried.

He didn't stop his pacing until Victoire forced him to sit down. His hair slowly turned to a shade of amiable green He was too strung up to speak, his eyes darting away from the part Veela attempting to get his attention.

A feather light touch of lips on smarting cheeks caused the sixth year to whip his face around. Victoire tentatively smiled as she brought out a rainbow quill in her hand.

"I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU TOO TEDDY."

The message came out in a shade of violent pink.

Teddy smiled as he took her hands in his and kissed the knuckles one-by-one. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq...

Maybe hearts in love didn't need any spoken conversation after all.