Hey, readers! In the style of many authors before me, I've decided to do the "Facts" thing. It was a LOT of fun, and I hope you enjoy it! I'm starting with Victoire, and then moving on to Teddy, and then Rose. I'm not sure which I'll do after that, but I'll do them all (even Molly, Lucy, Lorcan, Lysander...). Enjoy!
15 Facts about Me
Victoire Weasley
1) No one seems to be able to pronounce my name. I get "Victory," "Victoria," "Vic-toy-ray," "Vic-twah," "Victo-eyre." It's Vic-twar. It's really not that hard. Sorry for the rant.
"Alright class, welcome to your first day of kindergarten!" the teacher exclaimed. "The first thing we have to do is take attendance, so we know that everyone is here! Atch, Emily…"
I bounced up and down in my seat as the teacher read. I was so glad Mama and Dad had decided to let me dome to public school! "Wallows, Zachary. Weasley, Victoria!"
I stopped smiling. My hand shot above my head.
"Yes, Victoria?"the teacher asked.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Deere, my name is Victoire," I said.
Mrs. Deere frowned and looked back at her paper. "Vic-twah, you said, dear?"
"No. VictoireLike 'wire', with a short a sound," I replied, begging that she would get it right.
"Ah. I see. I'm sorry, Victoire." I sighed with relief that she got it.
2) I was the first child born to the Weasley clan, on May 2nd, 2000. It was two years exactly after the Great Victory. That's where I get my name.
"Oh, she's beautiful!" Molly cooed as she held her first granddaughter in her arms. "What's her name?"
"Well, we were thinking Dom-"
"No, wait Bill! Mamán, what day eeseet?" Fleur asked her mother from her bed. "I've lost track." A slight pink blush crept into her cheeks.
"May 2nd," Mm. Delacour responded. A silence fell across the room.
"Victoire," Fleur said. "She will be Victoire. That way, we will always remember." The tears already in everybody's eyes started to flow.
Bill took the baby from his mother. "Victoire. It's perfect."
Fleur smiled. "Yes. I know."
3) I have long, silvery blonde hair and blue eyes, like my mother. I have veela blood in me, so that explains it. I also have a little bit of red in there, and when I'm angry or extremely happy, my red highlights appear more strongly. Being pretty is both a blessing and a pain. Example 1: Attracting boys blessing. Example 2: Distracting boy Quidditch players pain. Example 3: Getting things I want just because I'm pretty blessing and a pain.
4) My best friend growing up was Teddy Lupin, the godson of my uncle Harry. We saw each other every weekend as long as I can remember. But then he went off to Hogwarts two years ahead of me. Since I didn't see him as often, we grew apart.
Tears streamed down my face as Teddy stood in front of me. "Ted, I don't want you to go!" I said. "Not without me!"
"Ah, Victa. Don't be a silly goose. I've gotta go. Otherwise I'll be really far behind." Teddy winked at me. The carefree gesture made me stop crying, but I was still upset.
"You could pretend to be younger. It's easy for you, right?"
Teddy laughed. "Right. But it's not fair to me. I promise, I'll visit every holiday, and when you get to Hogwarts we can spend even more time together!"
"Yeah. I guess you're right," I said, still gloomy. "You're gonna be sorry, though, if you don't write every week!" I laughed.
Teddy hugged me. "I bet I will be."
"I'm gonna miss you, Teddy," I said.
"Same here. What'll I do without my partner in crime?" Ted said.
"You'll be boring," I replied.
"Yeah, I guess. I've got to go now, Gram's calling. Bye, Victa."
"Bye, Ted."
5) I speak Fluent French. I admit, sometimes I do it just to show off.
"Oui ! Merci, merci, vous ne le regrettera pas !" I exclaimed, hugging Rose tightly yet awkwardly around her broomstick.
Rose laughed. "English please, Victa!"
I released her. "Oh, uh, sorry. Yes! Thank you, thank you, you will not regret it," I repeated in almost robotic fashion.
Rose laughed harder. "Hey look, it's Translator Barbie!" I joined in her laughter.
"Alright Rosie! Have fun at practice, okay? I'm going to see if I can hunt down Louis," I said.
"I'll make sure I warn him!" Rose said, smiling.
6) I almost went to Beauxbatons. But I resisted firmly, insisting that I went to Hogwarts with Teddy, like Dad had. Mother didn't try to force me. She admitted she knew her children would go to Hogwarts when she married my dad. I said I was glad.
7) When I got to Hogwarts, I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I was excited – everyone had expected me to be in Gryffindor like every other Weasley. But Mama said it was my French blood and intelligence that got me into Ravenclaw.
8) In Ravenclaw I met Odysseia Paparakis. She's Greek and she's pretty, like me. Sometimes I think she's prettier than me, but she always denies that. We're both bilingual – but she speaks Greek. She has a lot of cute older brothers, too!
"Who is that?" I asked, squeezing Odysseia's arm. A tall, dark haired boy in Ravenclaw just walked past us. He was positively dreamy.
"Who?"Od asked.
"Him, there!" I exclaimed, turning her head toward him with my hand.
Od's face turned stony.
"What?" I asked, noticing.
"That my brother! Leander!"Od said, popping on the forehead with the palm of her hand. I gasped.
"Oh, sorry, Od! Is crushing on your brother off limits?"
"Yeah, considering he's in seventh year already," Odysseia said, annoyed.
"Oh. Nuts!" I clenched my fist and shook it under the table. Odysseia laughed.
9) When I was in my third year, my sister Dominique came to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Slytherin. I had no idea what to say. Afraid of looking foolish and offending her, I steered the other way for a while. Turns out I wound up offending her anyway.
"Don't even talk to me, Victoire!" Dominique growled, stalking away from me.
"Dom, I'm sorry! I wasn't sure what to say!" I pleaded.
"Go tell it to your gossip club," Dom said, whirling around to face me. "I used to look up to you. Now I know that you're no better than any of the other veela snobs we call our cousins!"
That stung. I fell back, aching. "Dom…you know I don't care."
"Don't care about what? That I'm in Slytherin? Wrong answer, Victoire! Because I care. I love Slytherin, and just because the rest of the school can't get over their stupid prejudices doesn't mean I should stop being happy about fitting in somewhere for once in my life!"
With that she stormed off toward the dungeons. The words that hurt seemed to echo through the Entrance Hall, and I suddenly wished I was back in Shell Cottage, curled up in my bed, with no one but the ocean to keep me company. Tears rolled down my cheeks, for the wonderful relationship that was no more.
10) My patronus is a golden eagle.
11) Even though our relationship wasn't the same, like he promised it would be, I still considered Teddy and I good friends. That is, until he started dating Acacia Paparakis. Yes, Odysseia's older sister. Od and I actually wound up fighting about that. Because, leave it to me, I didn't realize that I was totally crushing on Teddy until he started dating Acacia.
12) Even after he and Acacia broke up, I still tried to get his attention. So the summer after my fourth year I invited him on my family's traditional vacation to the South of France. He came, but, well, I wound up in a ton of trouble. I found a picture of a young woman in his room. The woman had short, spiky pink hair, and the picture had a heart drawn around it. And jealous me jumped to conclusions.
"Diffindo!"
I felt strange without my waist-length hair. I stared at it, piled on the floor, and tried not to cry. Teddy liked this kind of haircut. And I liked Teddy. I wandered down onto the beach and saw him there, soaking up the sun. "Hi, Teddy…" I said quietly.
He stared up at me, dumbstruck. I a good way, I hoped.
"VICTOIRE!" he roared. He jumped up. "What have you done?" His hair, which had been a calm blonde, turned fiery red. He also turned taller.
"I cut my hair…do you like it?" My voice was small.
"Like it? Why would you do that?" he asked, still appalled. I timidly pulled the picture out of my pocket. It was now or never. He'd find out how I felt sooner or later. He took the picture and groaned.
"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous.
"Victa…that's my Mum!" Teddy said. He smacked his forehead with his hand. "I've had this picture since I was five. You know, five and just learning how to draw hearts?"
My stomach plunged to the sand. "That's Tonks?" I asked. I'd seen pictures of her before, but she'd…she'd never looked like that. Teddy nodded solemnly.
Suddenly, there was a screech behind me. "Victoire Nicolette Weasley! Qu'avez-vousfaitAh, jeune dame vousaveztellement des ennuis!" I cringed. I recognized my mother's angry voice.
Mother seized my arm and dragged me back into our cottage. She proceeded to brew a growth potion and then practically drowned me in it. She was swearing in French the whole time. I can't know for sure though, because she never taught me those words.
The next day, my hair was back to normal and I was banned from the beach for the rest of the summer. Needless to say, I was miserable.
13) Pretty girls don't always get what they want. Teddy avoided me all of my fifth year. In the meantime, however, I worked toward my O.W.L.s. I wanted to open my own dress robes boutique and magical cosmetics line, and I need a lot of Ordinary Wizarding Levels.
14) I moved on after Teddy. At least, I tried. I dated a couple of guys (they weren't hard to find). But I missed him. Thankfully, while I was on Easter break, Teddy visited me at Shell Cottage. He apologized for avoiding me and embarrassing me. And he said that he missed me. We started dating after that. But we didn't tell anyone but my parents, since we didn't want all our various cousins planning our wedding before I even graduated.
15) Unfortunately (or not), James Potter found us out on the first day of my seventh year. Teddy had come to King's Cross to see me off, and we shared a kiss when we though nobody was looking.
"Hey." I heard a voice behind me as I was saying goodbye to my parents and Louis. Dominique had already gotten on the train.
I turned and saw Teddy, his hair turquoise and eyes golden – the color they always turned when he was nervous. "Teddy!" I exclaimed. I ran over and embraced him. He hugged me back and pressed his lips into my hair. "Thank you for coming."
He pulled back and smiled. "How could I resist? It's your final year! You're of age, and this is year of your life!"
"You makwe it sound so important," I muttered, leaning into his chest.
"Well…isn't that my job? To make you totally nervous before you go off for your final year?"
"If you want to make someone nervous, go find Albus. The poor kid has practically been hyperventilating all summer," I said.
"Don't I know it," he replied. "He was on pins and needles when I went to dinner last week," Teddy rpelied. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "James has been all over him. I think he's afraid he'll end up in Slytherin, like Dom." I froze.
"Hey, relax," Teddy said, rubbing my shoulders. "It won't happen again."
I looked up at him. "How do you know?"
Ted smiled. "This is how." And he kissed me.
"Teddy?" shouted someone nearby. "Victoire?" Teddy groaned.
"What do you want, Jimmy?" he asked, exasperatedly.
"Don't call me Jimmy!" James said. "Were you two just making out?" My ears turned red.
"It's none of your business, twerp," Ted said, ruffling James's hair.
"Hey! What are you doing here anyway?" James demanded.
"I came to see Victoire off," Teddy said, not seeming perturbed in the least.
"Man, wait till I tell albusnad Lily! And Mum and Dad! And Rose!" James exclaimed, running off. Teddy laughed, and I joined in.
"Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny already know, don't they?" I asked. Teddy nodded.
"My mother could never keep a secret," I sighed.
"Oh well. I don't mind," said Teddy. And he kissed me again.
Next up, Teddy!