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A Christmas Carol by momotwins
Chapter 2 : Let it Snow
 
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(A/N: Pure Teddoire fluff ahead!)




Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Diagon Alley was all dolled up for Christmas. Wreaths and garlands of greenery hung from every possible spot, and brightly coloured glass baubles nestled among their branches. Cheerful bells tinkled from the shop doors as the patrons of the wizard shopping district in London went about their holiday shopping. One figure moved through the snowy streets with an elegant pace in her high-heeled boots, her cloak swirling around her ankles, and entered the Leaky Cauldron.

Victoire Weasley shook out her long strawberry blonde hair, hoping her hat hadn't mashed it too much. It was simply too cold outside to not wear the hat. She stamped the snow from her boots and smiled at Hannah Longbottom behind the bar, then scanned the pub for a familiar face.

One never knew if that face would be familiar with Teddy Lupin, but she hoped he hadn't done anything silly to his face so that she wouldn't know him.

Someone waved from a table over by the fire, and she made her way over. She was relieved to see he looked perfectly normal, and perfectly like himself. His light brown hair and brown eyes were their natural colour, though he could change them at will, and often did, to the delight of her younger cousins, who treated Teddy like a parlour trick. He didn't seem to mind, but she thought it did not befit his dignity as a grown man. He was out of school now, after all, and too old to be playing childish games.

“I wasn't sure you would make it,” she said as she sat down next to him, tucking her ankles together and to one side of the chair in the ladylike manner her mother had taught her, and smoothed out her school robes.

“Mais oui,” he said in a terrible accent, but she appreciated the effort and smiled at him.

Teddy reached across the table and took her hand.

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

“I went to see your dad today,” Teddy said, regarding her seriously. He reminded her quite strongly of her uncle Harry when he gave her that look.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, nonplussed.

“So I could ask you this.” Teddy pulled something out of his pocket, and she recognized it immediately as he set it on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened. Teddy popped open the box and the ring caught the firelight, sparkling enticingly in front of her.

It wasn't a diamond.

She hated diamonds, always had. They were a cold stone, colourless and hard and unyielding. Her mother loved them, but she'd never quite seen the appeal. She wasn't sure she'd ever even mentioned her dislike to Teddy, but he'd known somehow. He always knew things no one else ever seemed to, especially about her.

It was a ruby, brilliant and warm, a Weasley red that caught the firelight and burned with shades of orange fire buried deep within the stone.

“Will you marry me, Victoire?” Teddy asked softly, watching her face as she stared at the ring.

“You...” She had to swallow before she could speak. “You asked my dad's permission?”

“Yes.”

“And he gave it?” She tried not to sound surprised, but this was, after all, the father that had told her she would not be allowed to date until she was thirty. She'd gotten round that by the time she was fifteen, of course, but still.

Teddy smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking. “Yes, he approved.”

“Oh, Teddy.” She put a hand to her mouth, still staring at the beautiful ring he'd chosen for her. It was as if he had read her mind and given her what even she didn't know she'd always wanted.

“Are you going to say yes?”

To this man? And that ring? Did he think she was stupid? She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, of course, yes.”

Teddy leaned forward and buried a hand in her hair, pulling her toward him until their lips met.

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!


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