V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y
The next morning when I woke up, I felt like absolute shit.
And that set the tone for the rest of the day. I mean, I don’t really know yet, because I haven’t had my day, but I heard from someone that if your morning starts off bad, the whole rest of the day will be just as shitty. So my hopes aren’t really that high right now.
“Good morning!” Claire chirped happily, pulling aside my hangings and untying me from the bed. I immediately groaned and turned over onto my stomach, sore from being in one position for so long.
“What’s so good about it?” I asked grumpily, burrowing myself under my blankets.
“The sun’s a-shining! The birds are a-chirping! You haven’t done any a-shagging!” Claire cried ecstatically.
“Claire, shut up.” Maddy muttered from her bed. Claire ignored her.
“We’re all alive, healthy, and very well! And still virgins! Which is a happy fact! Be happy with me, Victoire! HAPPINESS!” She warbled, jumping on my bed. I groaned louder and burrowed myself deeper, hoping that she would get the hint and go away.
Why, oh why, did Merlin have to infest this earth with disgustingly cheerful morning folks? People like her shouldn’t be unleashed on the human population in the wee hours of the day. It should be made illegal to be that bloody happy at this ungodly hour.
“GO AWAY!” I finally yelled, yanking my covers up so that Claire landed on the ground with a loud ‘THUMP!’.
“Jeez, Victoire. No need to be raining on my happy morning parade.” With an irritated sniff, she started to the door, then turned around and jumped on Maddy’s bed, who screamed bloody murder.
“Maddy still loves me, right Maddy?” Claire asked joyfully, bouncing up and down.
“CLAIRE, I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL CASTRATE YOU IF YOU DON’T GET OFF MY BED THIS FUCKING INSTANT! EVEN IF IT’S NOT ANATOMICALLY POSSIBLE! I WILL FIND A WAY TO INFLICT THAT KIND OF PAIN ON YOU! ” Maddy shrieked, her voice stifled by her blankets.
I’m just a little frightened right now.
“Well, then. I hate you all!” With a dramatic gesture, Claire swept out of the room, and muttering angrily to herself, Maddy punched her pillow a couple of times and then flopped, face first, onto it. I heard a pillow-muffled sentence that sounded vaguely like ‘fucking insane woman’, and grinned sleepily.
“By the way,” Claire stuck her head in again. “You have fifteen minutes to get ready for class.”
And that, my friends, proves that life sucks and shitty morning will most definitely turn into even shittier days.
I’m not amused. Neither is Maddy.
Nick, stop laughing. Claire, shut up. This is not funny.
So, after our lovely friend Claire dropped the bomb on us and announce that we had all of fifteen minutes to make ourselves presentable to the general public, me and Maddy naturally started running around like two chickens with their heads cut off.
Maddy was frantically pulling on her skirt, peeing her guts out, and attempting to put eyeliner on at the same time, while I was taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and also applying eyeliner.
After hasty check-overs to make sure we had all the vital pieces of clothing on (shirts, bras, skirts…) we had sprinted down the stairs two at a time, me barefoot with socks in my hands, my robe flung over my sopping wet hair (rendering me basically incapable of sight), and my tie around my waist and Maddy with her shirt buttoned wrong, her shoes on the wrong feet, tie in her mouth, and socks tucked into the waistband of her skirt.
And that was when we had skidded right in front of Nick and Claire, who were laughing like two inebriated hyenas. Why? Because me and Maddy are gullible fools.
Because today is Saturday.
O mighty Zeus, is it too much to ask if you could kindly strike me dead with that master bolt of yours? Please?
The robe slid off my head and onto the floor in a heap, leaving my hair as a rumpled mess. Maddy was seething quietly, about two minutes away from exploding in rage.
And now would be a good time to back away very slowly from the dangerous human…
“So, Maddy, I’m loving that look on you.” Nick smirked, taking in her partly unbuttoned/buttoned wrong shirt. His gaze seemed to linger on her all-too-exposed chest a little longer than necessary.
“Perv,” Maddy muttered, dropping her things and attempting to fix her shirt without unbuttoning it all the way.
Of course, her being Maddy, she would have trouble with something as simple as buttoning a shirt. Of course this everyday human function would be a challenge for her.
“Here, let me help,” Nick came forward, looking profoundly amused.
“Don’t touch me.” Maddy snarled at him, glaring daggers with her eyes. Nick rolled his own eyes and came forward anyway, pulling his hands back when she attempted to slap them away.
“Stop touching me!” Maddy protested, but Nick kissed her hard on the lips.
“I’m sorry,” He said with beseeching eyes. “It was pretty funny, you have to admit.”
“It was not.” She said stubbornly, still feebly slapping his hands away.
“Yes it totally was,” He grinned mischievously at her. “Admit it. It was bloody hilarious.”
She sighed resignedly at the look on his face, something that even my dad would cave to. “Yeah, it was a little funny. You may help me fix my shirt. Touch my boob for more than half a second and you lose your hand. Got it, sweetie?”
He grinned again, then deliberately reached forward to poke her boob, “Whoops.”
He poked her stomach. “Can I touch you here for more than half a second?”
She giggled, “NO!”
“How about here?” He poked her side and she giggled again, “No!”
“How about here?” He started tickling her and she squealed as she giggled and ran away from him, her shirt still flapping around.
I shook my head amusedly. Oh, young love.
Claire cleared her throat. “Uhm, Victoire? You might want to –” She made a little hand motion, gesturing wildly at the air in front of her.
I stared. “What?”
She looked at me, like she was trying to tell me something really obvious. “You know.” She said with emphasis, her eyes flicking all over the place like she had a nervous twitch of some sort.
I sighed patiently. “Claire, sweetie, despite what you may think, I really don’t know legilimency.”
“Victoire,” Claire said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. “I’m trying to tell you to –” She leaned forward and mumbled incoherently in my ear.
“Was that even English?!” I asked as she pulled back.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” She yelled. “Button up your sh –”
“Nice bra, Weasley.” Lupin said, smirking as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
I blushed a bright red and shot Claire a look, to which she shrugged and melted away. Then I looked down and swore loudly.
Of course, the day that my shirt decides to hang open from the top, I just had to be wearing a bra that features an animation of my uncle blasting away Voldemort.
“Stop looking!” I said angrily as I fumbled hastily with the buttons, trying to get myself – and my embarrassing bra – covered up as fast as possible.
But then again, this is me, so it’s only inevitable that karma get back at me right away for making fun of Maddy and her inability to dress herself properly.
WHY WON’T THESE FUCKING BUTTONS STAY CLOSED?!
Lupin sighed loudly through his nose. “You can’t even button your shirt properly?! What, do you get Maddy to do them for you every morning?”
“Shut up.” I defended brilliantly.
And, to my extreme and utter shock, Lupin gently pushed my hands away and – get this – started buttoning the shirt up himself.
Let me repeat that, just in case you’re in shock and refuse to believe it.
Lupin. Is. Buttoning. Up. My. Shirt. For. Me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, pushing him away after I had regained control of my brain.
“Buttoning up your shirt for you. You seem to be having a bit of trouble with it, love.” He shot me a charming, innocent grin, and I immediately became wary.
Lupin is not charming. And he is far, far away from innocent.
So I glanced around discreetly, and noticed that Peter Henry was staring at the two of us, his mouth hanging wide open.
I giggled helplessly, looking down. “Yeah, well…” I shrugged, then looked up at him through my lashes, pleased when he winked at me to show that I was doing okay.
“Here, let me help.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me gently towards him; I stumbled slightly but his hands were there, steadying me. They left my hips and went back to buttoning up the shirt.
“So,” His eyes were slightly wary as he looked at me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” I said quietly, looking away. His fingers brushed gently against my collarbone as he finished the last button and I let out an involuntary shiver at the tingles that the graze caused.
“What about you?” I asked after a moment’s silence, looking back at him. He shrugged and untied the tie from around my waist.
“That’s good.” I said absently, looking around sneakily and noticing that Peter was still staring at us. I quickly turned around and fastened a bright smile on my face.
“It looks fake.” Lupin whispered, looking amused, as he began tying the tie for me. I scowled at him and stuck my tongue out – yes, I am very mature, thank you very much – making him smirk.
“Listen,” He said haltingly, his fingers quickly shaping the fabric of my tie. I watched, mesmerized by the deft way that they moved. “I’m really sorry about…last –” He cleared his throat. “Uh, last night.”
I looked down. “Yeah, me too.”
His hand quickly pulled the tie up, and I looked up in surprise, noticing the irritation in his eyes. “Why would you be sorry? I was the one that kissed you! And on full moon of all days –what was I thinking?!” He raked a hand through his hair, then bent down and picked up my robe. I just stood there, frozen, my shoes and socks still clutched tightly in my hands.
“Uh, Lupin? I kissed you back.” I said, looking at him like he was missing the obvious. “I kissed you back and enjoyed every minute of it! It’s not just your fault, it’s mine, too. Don’t – don’t beat yourself up over it.”
“You don’t regret it?” He asked, surprised.
“Do you?” I countered.
He grinned. “I asked you first.”
I sighed. “Well, I wish it didn’t happen, but I don’t…exactly…regret it, per se.”
“Me neither.” He said, and his golden brown eyes were clear and truthful.
“Full moon’s going to be hell, though.” I sighed, looking forlorn.
He sighed as well. “I know. I didn’t know something like this would happen.”
I stared at him. “How didn’t you know? Aren’t you always shagging someone on full moon?”
I think that may have been a bit too blunt.
Anger flashed across his face. “No, I am not.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Lupin, I just –”
“For your information, I haven’t even kissed a girl on full moon, okay? What do you think I am anyway, some sort of womanizer?” He demanded, taking a step forward. I mirrored his move, except in the opposite way.
“N-no,” I shook my head frantically. “No, I don’t, I’m sorry, that just sort of slipped out –”
“I have never shagged anyone. Surprise you?” He snarled.
“Not really, no.” I said airily, shrugging.
“WELL, THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW THAT – what?” He asked, disconcerted.
“That doesn’t surprise me.” I repeated. “Because despite all the things that I say, I know that you respect women and that you wouldn’t just shag someone for funsies.”
“I grew up with you, Lupin. Obviously, some of my amazing manners and good morals rubbed off on you at least a little.” I flipped my hair back and hitched a large, cocky grin on my face.
He laughed. “Right.”
“More like, it was Uncle Harry.” I said. “The man’s too bloody perfect.”
"I know." Teddy agreed. "It's like he's a robot or something."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "A robot."
He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Like, with super powers!"
"Teddy, he's a wizard. He's going to have 'super powers'." I explained patiently.
"Yeah, well he had super super powers. Why else would you have a picture of him on your bra?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
I scowled. “Shut up, okay? It was a present from Uncle George. He thought it’d be funny, and I really couldn’t find anything else this morning, so I just threw it on and ran down the stairs. Seriously, you should be glad that I’m not wearing my ‘Marauders’ one, it’s got your dad featured on it! Or even my ‘Order of the Pheonix’ one; there’s this huge picture of Dumbledore on the left boob, and everyone else squished onto the right one…OH! And there’s that one with the family portrait, I think even you’re on it…”
Wow. I have weird bras.
An odd look crossed Lupin’s face. “Uh, yeah.” He said awkwardly. “Me. On your bra. That’s not weird at all.”
I shrugged. “It’s not! Aunt Angelina gives me one every year; it’s sort of a tradition. And they all have to be weird, otherwise it’s not right.”
“Okay.” He looked as though he dearly wished to talk about something else.
“Don’t worry, though, I have normal bras, too. I mean, how awkward would that be if someone threw me in the lake and I came out and everyone could see my ‘House Elves Pwn’ bra?!”
“Extremely.” He said, sounding deeply traumatized.
“Anyway, what about you?” I asked him.
He looked at me, eyes wide. “I don’t wear bras!”
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you have any weird clothes?”
T E D D Y . L U P I N
“Duh,” She rolled her pretty blue eyes. “Do you have any weird clothes?”
My mind flashed to the pair of boxers that Ginny had gotten me for my birthday one year, as a sick joke. They had the words ‘Property of Victoire Weasley’ etched all over them.
Yeah, I was definitely going to tell her about those.
“Nope.” I said, popping the ‘p’. She looked slightly crestfallen.
“Well, that’s no fun.” She said. “We have to get you some weird boxers!”
Victoire Weasley might possibly be the weirdest person to ever grace this planet.
Merlin, I love her.
I glanced around again, wondering why on earth she was still standing there talking to me about bras – in a very friendly manner, mind you – and I saw that Peter Henry was still standing right where he had been, his jaw still hanging dangerously low to the ground.
So I grinned at her hopeful expression. “How about I take you to Hogsmeade this weekend and we go shopping for some?”
She bit her lip, then let her eyes flash around. “Like…like sort of a date?” She asked hesitantly.
I shrugged. “Yeah, sort of.”
“So does that mean you’re sort of asking me out?” She cocked her head to the side a little.
“I guess I sort of am.” I grinned.
“Well, then sure. Sort of.” She smiled a half-smile at me, then, glancing over to see that Peter Henry was still standing there, leaned forward to kiss me shyly on the cheek.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I mouthed at her, looking amused as she pulled back, blushing profusely.
“I know.” She mouthed back.
“Cool. It’s time for breakfast.” I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”
She took it, grinning. “We shall.”
We marched out of the portrait hole, and I grabbed Nick by the collar along the way. He let out a sound of protest and indignation as his face got ripped off of Maddy’s, and she laughed at him flailing around and cursing as she walked behind us, buttoning her shirt.
…hold on. Why was her shirt unbuttoned?!
Oh dear Merlin, please don’t tell me they were attempting to get it on in the Common Room! Not cool, man! NOT COOL!
“No! You’re supposed to wave your wrist like this.” I grabbed Maddy’s wrist and guided it in the right way. Her eyebrows furrowed in the middle as she concentrated, and Nick smiled.
It’s sort of weird, how much he loves her. And to think he barely even realized that she existed last year…
What can I say? I am an amazing matchmaker. It should be, like, my job or something: Teddy Lupin, Hogwarts Matchmaker.
Wow, that sounds stupid. It’s a good thing I’m going to become an Auror.
“Um, no. You do it like this.” Victoire grabbed Maddy’s wrist and directed it another way. The frown deepened on Maddy’s face.
“No, Victoire, I recall the teacher telling us that it was like this.” I took hold of Maddy’s wrist, my hand on top of Victoire’s, and waved it.
“Uh, no, it was like this. Teddy.” She spat out, yanking Maddy’s arm the other way.
Maddy’s eyes grew wider. “Um…guys? That’s sort of my wrist that you’re –”
“You do it like this.” I pulled it the right way.
Maddy let out a small noise of pain. “Guys? That’s kind of starting to –”
“It’s like this.” She jerked it her way.
Maddy whimpered, eyes wide.
“Like this, Weasley.” I tugged it the right way.
Maddy whimpered louder.
“It’s like THIS, Lupin!” Maddy nearly went flying as Victoire dragged on her arm.
“You’re going to hurt her!” I hauled her towards me, and Maddy stumbled, terror still etched on her face.
“You’re hurting her!” Victoire yelled, lugging Maddy towards her. Maddy tripped over her own foot and went sprawling; luckily, Nick caught her. He pulled her safely out of Victoire’s grip, glaring at the two of us.
“You’re both hurting her.” He said angrily. “And you’re both doing it wrong.”
Victoire ignored him, marching up to me so that she was right up in my face. “I was doing it right!” She said defiantly.
“No, you were doing it wrong!” I shot back.
She stepped, hard, on my foot and I growled angrily and grabbed the tops of her arms.
“Don’t touch me!” She yelled, trying to kick me; but I safely moved out of the way.
After years of dodging her physical abuse, I’ve gotten quite good at it. Call it a talent, if you will.
“Stop physically abusing me!” I countered, still holding on to her as I moved around two more kicks.
“I can physically abuse you as much as I want!” She yelled.
“Then, fine! I can touch you as much as I want!” I shot back.
…crap, that came out wrong.
Nick smirked. “That’s what she said.”
With an exasperated scream, she wrenched away from me. “I hate you!” She yelled, her face bright red. “I hate you!”
“GOOD! I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT YOU!” I roared back at her.
“Oh, hey Peter.” Maddy said nervously.
Shit. Noticing that Peter Henry was wearing a rather smug look on his face as he gazed happily at us, I wracked my brain to come up with a way to fix this, quick, inwardly enjoying the red flush on her face as she screamed at me.
Ah, hate. It’s such a passionate emotion. Not that much different from lurve.
“You’re the most insufferable, annoying, conceited, arrogant, person that I have ever had the misfortune to meet!” She shrilled. “I hate you so much, sometimes I wonder what I must have done in my past life to deserve having to put up with you! It’s – just – ARGH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING – MMPH!”
Really, the only way to fix this was to kiss her.
Well, there could have been better ways, but this was the easiest.
(And the most enjoyable for me.)
In two quick strides, I had crossed over to her, grabbed her face, and slammed my mouth roughly onto hers, cutting off whatever she was screaming at me.
V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y
What the fuck?! So, here I am, freaking out at Lupin, then all of a sudden this weird look comes across his face. Then, the next thing I know, he’s kissing me.
Who the fuck does that?!
His lips moved roughly over mine, and his hands grabbed tightly at my waist, making an odd, low hum erupt from the back of my throat. He hummed back in response, and I found myself gripping his shoulders and pulling him towards me as his lips stayed glued to mine, pushing against them more and more. I felt his tooth knock slightly against mine, and my hands found their way into his hair.
I hate him. I hate that he kisses me so well. I hate that his hair is soft, that his lips are warm and firm, that he tastes so fucking good, that wherever he touches me, I feel fire.
I hate that I enjoy when he touches me. I hate that I enjoy when he kisses me.
I hate that I like it. A lot.
I hate that his warm breath fills my mouth with a sweet taste, that his tongue doesn’t feel gross and slimy as it moves over mine.
I hate that he makes me moan in pleasure with the way he kisses me, with everything he’s got.
I fucking hate him.
I distinctly heard the sound of something slamming against something else, and (reluctantly) tore myself away from Lupin to see. I was breathing heavily as I gazed blankly at Peter Henry – what the hell is he doing here? – who looked murderous.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Peter, arms still around Lupin’s neck, fingers still in his hair.
“I heard noises. Thought you were fighting.” Peter said shortly, accio-ing the book he had hurled across the room in rage.
“We were.” I rolled my eyes. “We always are.”
“I guess that’s what makes us so…explosive.” With a smirk at Peter Henry, Lupin then proceeded to bury his face in my hair, his lips lightly touching my neck.
“Explosive?” I asked, gasping slightly at the feel of his tongue.
“Mmm. Very.” His voice was low and husky, and I shuddered lightly.
“It seemed like a pretty serious fight.” Peter Henry said, eyes narrowed as he looked at us suspiciously.
“You’re so sexy when you’re mad.” Lupin murmured in my ear, ignoring Peter Henry completely. My face blossomed red.
“And when you do that.” He touched a finger to my burning cheek. I smiled sheepishly, looking down.
Fuck, he’s a good actor.
I gasped again as Lupin buried his face in my neck once more.
“This. Is. A. Joke.” Peter Henry said in a low, angry voice. “There’s no way in hell this is for real.”
I laughed, the sound still slightly breathless. “I beg to differ, Henry.”
“Prove it.” I looked over to see that Maddy and Nick had somehow sneaked away (jerks) and Peter was standing there, arms crossed.
Lupin – er, Teddy pulled his head out of my hair and whipped around to glare at Peter. “We don’t need to prove anything to you.”
“Fine, then.” Peter Henry shrugged. “I know it’s not for real. And Victoire…you will fall in love with me.”
“No, I won’t.” I snapped at him in a dangerous voice. “I. WILL. NOT. Okay, Peter? Get that through your incredibly thick skull: I. LIKE. TEDDY. LUPIN. I will not, EVER, EVER fall for you.”
After rolling his eyes, he turned to Teddy, eyebrow raised. Teddy shrugged. “I’ve been in love with her since I was three.”
I’m feeling slightly nauseous all of a sudden. It must have been that pumpkin juice. It feels like a gajillion butterflies are flapping around in my stomach right now – it’s slightly uncomfortable, yet oddly pleasant.
Peter Henry snorted. “Yeah, okay.”
“I’m a really good actor.” He said, perfectly serious, still looking at Peter Henry in a menacing way. “And–” Here he gently disengaged himself from me and walked up to Peter, towering over him. “ – I’ve waited thirteen years for her to fall for me. No one, especially not you, is going to take that away from me. Understood?”
“I’m not backing down.” Peter Henry stood up to his full, five-six glory (snort) and glowered right back at Teddy.
Whoa, this is intense. I sort of wish I brought some popcorn.
“You’re hardly going to be a challenge.” Lupin scoffed.
“I’ll make your time with her pure hell.” Peter Henry scoffed. “Just you wait and see.”
With that, he smiled gently at me, glowered once more at Teddy, and swept out of the room. Teddy’s hands were curled into fists and he was literally shaking in rage as he turned towards me, eyes dark and angry.
“Whoa there, wolfy.” I said, walking up to him and putting a hand on his head. “Calm. Down, boy.”
“He. Will. Fucking. Die.” Lupin growled, still staring at the door.
I looked at him in amusement for a moment.
“You’re cute.” I decided.
Lupin’s eyes snapped back onto mine and then widened, back to their honey-brown color. “Um, excuse me? Cute?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Cute.”
“No.” He shook his head.
“Well, I think you’re cute. So there.” With that, I walked to the door. “Coming to dinner, Teddy?”
“I’m NOT cute.” He argued as he followed me out.
“Um, yes you are.”
“Come on! Cute is a little baby. Cute is a puppy. I’m not cute!”
“Fine.” I said resignedly. “You’re cute in a sexy sort of way, DON’T –” I spun around and pointed a finger at him. “ – let that get to your head.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” Wearing a self-satisfied smirk, he took my hand and walked the rest the way to the Great Hall, looking as though he had definitely let that get to his head.
“Oh! Do the pig nose again!”
Teddy screwed up his face, and – pop! – a large pig’s nose appeared. I burst out laughing again.
Teddy. Is. A. Riot!
“Jeez, Tori, it’s not that funny.” Maddy said in a bemused voice.
“He – he looks like – like, bahaha – like James’ Uncle Dudley!” I gasped out, then collapsed in hysterics again, slumping forward onto the table.
“No, this looks like Uncle Dudley.”
I glanced up and saw that James’ uncle was staring back at me. I let out another round of manic laughter, and Teddy turned back into himself and chuckled along.
“Ah,” I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. “Brings back memories, that does.”
“Pranking memories.” Teddy reminisced, and we stared off into space for a little while.
I came back to reality, and then looked at Teddy for a moment. “What do you look like naturally?” I asked him.
“Um.” He said. “Pretty much the same as this –”
“I want to see.”
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes flicking all over my face. “Maybe someday.” He said quietly.
“Why not now?”
Okay, so maybe I was whining. Just a little!
“Because this –” He gestured at his blue hair. “ – is who I’m comfortable with being.”
“Why are you so afraid of being yourself?” I asked him softly, leaning across the table and cocking my head just a little. I gazed into his eyes, wanting to see if the truth was hiding in them.
“Because it…” He took a deep breath and looked down at the table. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do.”
He continued looking at everything but me.
“But you don’t have to tell me. It’s not my business.” I leaned back and spooned some more soup in my mouth. Teddy blinked at me, completely shocked.
“You’re not going to make me tell you?” He asked blankly.
“Nope. We’re not even really, you know…” I looked around and leaned across to whisper. “Friends.”
“We need to fix that.” Teddy said seriously.
I just shrugged. “You’re right, I guess.”
“Because, you know what Victoire Weasley?” His eyes were bright as they looked at me.
“What, Teddy Lupin?” I asked, pulling the soup spoon out of my mouth with a loud smack! and dipping it in for some more.
“You’re not actually that bad.” He grinned at me.
Apparently, that was supposed to be some sort of a compliment. We need to give him some compliment lessons.
A slow half-smile spread across my face as I looked at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He grinned at me some more, and then with a loud pop! he turned himself into Uncle Harry.
"ROBOT!" I yelled, pointing at him. He burst out laughing.
“Okay, turn into Aunt Ginny!” I commanded, smiling brightly.
You know what? I think I might actually like having Teddy Lupin as a friend.
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the next chapter is called Vanilla Twilight, and i guess this is when i start really using the song as my inspiration :) hopefully, i'll try and get it out soon!
oh, and if you havent heard Vanilla Twilight by Owl City, i strongly recommend it. especially while reading the chapter - it really enhances it. like, i wrote exactly what was running through my mind while i was listening to the song...
i love it. it's gorgeous. my favorite quote is from that: "The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."
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