A\n: Written for the S U N S E T S challenge. :) Super short, but I had a brilliant idea that couldn't be portrayed any longer. Review, please! Ohh, oh, oh, and I had Teddy Lupin\Dominique Weasley!

Victoria Weasley just wasn't it anymore. She stared down, teary-eyed at a picture of her, and Teddy Lupin. This wasn't right. At first, she had figured it was his job to come groveling on his knees for her. For, well, three reasons.

she was the girl. He was supposed to be the prince, and fight for her.

She was freakin' gorgeous, right! He was, mentally, INSANE if he wasn't so mesmerized by her beauty he couldn't fork out an, "I'm sorry."

and, well, he was her first love. Her first real love. Yes, she had finally given her heart to someone, instead of playing with the Hogwarts mens' heartstrings. She was so it...What seemed like forever ago, anyway. Now, Victoria wasn't so sure. Maybe, love meant not being so selfish anymore. Maybe it meant giving him control of as much of her heart as she had..

She stood decidedly. She would win him back. She would make sure he was hers. She had enough wit not to be stubborn enough to lose him to her pride. He meant more to her than that. Hadn't he meant more to her than her social status too? Maybe that's when she became less it, and more, that. She was that girl now; the one with the dead werewolf's son.

Victoria didn't care anymore, though. She picked up her coat, stuff the month old picture in her pocket, and spun around. Opening her window as her silvery blonde hair hit it, she climbed out and jumped onto the light brown sand with her bare feet. It crinkled beneath her toes, and the harsh wind lashed at the side of her face. She squinted her eyes against the sun. It was setting now... and setting beautifully. Much like the girl running into the arms of the teenage boy down near the water; just as beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, Victoria recognized the beauty as her 16 year old sister, and the male as her seventeen year old, not-so-much boyfriend. She grit her teeth and wet tears seemed to turn to ice as they fell over and hit against the wind.

Maybe that's when she had become less it; when her sister had become old enough to be competition.