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Chapter 8 : Maddy is Jesus. She Knows Everything. Really.
 
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V I C T O I R E . W E A S L E Y



“You’re here! Finally, took you long enough! Come on, get in the shower!” As soon as I stepped into the dorms I was seized by Maddy and then unceremoniously shoved into the shower, fully clothed.



“Hi to you, too, Madeline!” I yelled, sputtering out some water. Grumbling, I pulled my clothes off.



“We have an hour to get ready! What took you so long?!” She screamed at me, and through a hole in the fog I saw that she was applying eyeliner.



“I had a great time, thanks for asking!” I shot back sarcastically, wadding up my sopping clothes and chucking them over the shower door. A wet slapping sound followed by a squeal of disgust and several swear words told me that they had hit Maddy.



“I can’t believe you guys slept in during your first date with Teddy!” She moaned. “Ugh, look what you did to my hair!”



“Yeah, it was fantastic. His tree house is beautiful, way to tell me about it.” I said.



“Tori, you have to fix my hair! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”



“Yes, and then I accidentally fell asleep on him, it was pretty embarrassing but still okay. He’s got amazing muscles.”



“My – wait, what?”



I laughed and clambered out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. “Now you pay attention.”



“You fell asleep on Teddy?” She asked blankly.



“Yeah, we were watching home videos and –”



“How do you know he has amazing muscles?” She cut across, clearly only interested in Teddy’s abs.



“He wasn’t wearing a shirt.”



WHAT?!” She thundered, eyes wide.



“Calm down, he didn’t have another one and the one that he was wearing was soaking wet, so he just took it off.” I rolled my eyes and flicked my wand at my hair, drying it.



“Why?”



“What is this, twenty questions?” I cried. “I’m not telling you why.” I stuck my tongue out at her.



“Come onnn, Tori!” She begged following me into the room. “Tell me!”



“No way. You didn’t tell me anything about your first date with Nick! I thought best friends were supposed to tell each other everything.” I pouted, pulling out a pair of underclothes.



“I was sworn to secrecy!” She insisted. “Really, I was! Look, I’ll tell you everything now. So, he carried me to the tree house, and then we watched the sunset and then we snogged a lot and he fell asleep on the couch and let me sleep on the bed.”



“Pretty much the same, except we didn’t snog and we both fell asleep on the couch. Plus I may have accidentally felt him up while I was waking up.” I bit my lip. I really hope he didn’t take that the wrong way.



“What.” She asked, mouth agape. “You got to feel Teddy’s muscles?! OH MY GOD! HIS BODY IS POSSIBLY THE HOTTEST THING EVER!”



“You have a boyfriend!” I exclaimed while she had a mini freak-out.



“So?! It doesn’t mean I can’t freak out over the fact that my best friend felt up Teddy Lupin’s muscles!” She moaned. “Oh my god, I am so jealous! Victoire!”



I glared at her and she awkwardly cleared her throat. “Nick’s muscles are more amazing?” She offered timidly. I rolled my eyes.



“So, what am I wearing?” I asked, standing barefoot in my knickers and bra as I gazed at the open closet that held my, Maddy’s and Claire’s clothes.



“You should just wear that.” Maddy smirked. I hit her over the back of her head.



“Ouch, Tori! I told you not to do that, your freakish Quidditch muscles bloody hurt.” She rubbed the back of her head.



“Whoops.” I intoned flatly, glaring at her.



“I’ll get you back for that.” She warned. “Unless I forget. Or I’m feeling too lazy.”



“You’re always feeling too lazy.”



“Shut up.”



She stood in front of the closet with me and for a second I wondered what would happen if someone were to walk in at this moment to see two girls standing side by side, dressed in nothing but their bare essentials, scrutinizing a closet.



No doubt that person would piss themselves laughing.



“You’re going to wear this light blue summer dress.” She decided, pulling it out and handing it to me. “And I’m going to wear shorts and…one of these.” Her brow furrowed as she looked back and forth between her two choices: a dark blue peasant blouse or a black tank top.



“Why do you get to wear shorts?” I pouted.



“Because this isn’t my first date. And because these are my favorite shorts.”



“But they’re mine!”



“So?”



I sighed.



She turned to me, “Which one should I wear?”



“I like both of them. But the blue one is cuter.” I muttered.



Hey, Victoire.



Linda! Oh, dear god, now is not the time. Though it’s better than yesterday’s untimely arrival. What were you bloody thinking, “What should we do? Oh, I have tons of ideas for that, all of which involve me, you, and limited clothing”?! He probably thought I was a crazy loon when I turned bright red and then left!



Ha. That was pretty funny.



I hate you.



Love you, too.



Well?



What?



What do you want? Or are you just here to tell me what to do with my hair?



Leave it out, and I just wanted to tell you that you like Teddy Lupin.



WHAT?! No, I don’t! We’re friends now, but I don’t. Seriously.



You like him better than you like all your guy friends.



Yeah, because he’s nice and actually pretty sweet and you know…I’m not snogging all my other friends like I’m snogging him.



Exactly. You don’t realize it, Victoire, but you like him.



No, I swear, Linda, I really don’t. I’m not in denial or anything… I just don’t. Seriously. You’re being absolutely absurd right now.



Really? Does he make you nauseous?



Slightly, yes. (And by slightly I mean all the time). But that doesn’t mean anything! Who puts these things into your head? Bloody hell!



Like, butterflies, nauseous?



Um, yeah…but I’m sure that’s nothing. Linda, seriously, you’re just overanalyzing.



You like how he looks, don’t you?



…yes. Tell me ‘I told you so’ and I will shut you out for good!



I wasn’t going to. You like his personality?



Yeah, I actually do. You know, Linda, this is really weird. You’re being mature and not really that annoying right now.



That’s because I am a mature, poised, controlled part of your mind that sees the blatant truth and strives you get you to understand.



What is that, like your mission statement or something?



Yes. Okay, Victoire, I’m getting from you that you find him attractive, you get butterflies in your stomach when you’re around him, you like his personality and that you enjoy talking to him.



I never said that I enjoy talking to him!



Do you?



Yes. But what does that have to do with anything?!



Okay, then. And that he makes you feel beautiful.



Okay, NEVER said anything that even IMPLIED that.



But he does, doesn’t he?



Well, sometimes the way he looks at me…I don’t know. I like how he snogs, though. It’s pretty fabulous. But that’s really it. I don’t like him. Seriously. I don’t. I know you think so, and you’re fitting everything in, but I really…don’t…at all.



Tori, you like him.



No way! I can’t go from hating someone to liking them in a matter of two days!



But it hasn’t been just two days. You stopped hating him ages ago. And then you started noticing things about him. And then you snogged him – don’t try and deny it! – and you had that freaky werewolf moment and that Peter Henry thing and all that stuff yesterday…You get butterflies in your stomach when you’re around him. You think he looks nice, you like to talk to him, and you certainly like him more than just a friend. You’ve been hiding behind your ‘hate’ this whole time, and you didn’t even give him a chance. And then when you finally did, you realized that he’s not who you thought he was, and you’re scared to find out that you actually like the real him. I know this seems surreal, Victoire, but honestly, you like him. Accept that.



Crap.



I told you so.



Shut up, Linda! My world is going crazy! I think I like Teddy Lupin!



“Oi, you okay?” Maddy asked, waving her hand in front of my face.



“What?” I jumped and blinked, looking down at Maddy, who was looking as though she feared for my mental health.



You know, people get that look a lot around me.



I should be worried about that.



“Are you okay?” She repeated.



“No, not really.” I decided to go with the truth.



“What’s wrong?”



“I think I just realized something. And I’m not happy about it.” I frowned.



“Really? What’s that?” She asked, putting both shirts up to her chest.



I took a deep breath. You can do this, Tori.



“I – um, I think I –” I started, nervously wringing my hands together. “Um…”



“You like Teddy.” Maddy stated matter-of-factly, putting away her black shirt. “I think I’ll wear the blue one.”



I gaped at her.



“How do you know?” I asked her incredulously.



“I know everything. I’m Jesus.” She said solemnly, looking at me with big grave eyes. “Now, go put on your dress.”



“Okay.” I said meekly.



***



“Hey.”



I spun around – why does everyone always come up behind me?! Is it too hard for them to approach me from the front like a normal human being? – and my heart thudded painfully in my chest when I saw Teddy standing there, looking absolutely delectable in his jeans and button-down blue shirt.



Linda is doing this. She’s controlling me.



Really.



“Hey, we match!” I grinned, and he also smiled.



He has a nice smile.



This isn’t good.



“So, ready to – ugh, could you at least wait?!” He asked, disgusted, when he caught a glimpse of Maddy and Nick’s enthusiastic snogging.



They didn’t respond. Typical.



“Let’s just go.” I suggested when it was evident that Maddy and Nick weren’t going to come up for air anytime soon.



“Every time they do that I get traumatized more and more.” He muttered in an annoyed voice, taking my hand and starting to walk down the path.



Let me repeat: HE TOOK MY HAND.



I am holding hands with Teddy Lupin.



I really hope my palms aren’t sweating right now. Ugh. This is so terrifying.



I can’t believe I actually like him! THIS IS SO WEIRD.



“So.” I said after a couple of moments of awkward silence.



“So.” He repeated, raising his eyebrow at me.



“Er…what’s up?”



I winced. Someone slap me across the face.



He grinned. “Way to be awkward, Victoire.”



I stuck my tongue out at him. “You’re being awkward right back.”



“That’s because you’re being awkward first.”



“Well, I was only being awkward because you were awkward!”



“I was only awkward because you were being awkward.”



“I was feeling awkward because of Nick and Maddy.”



“It’s all their fault.” Teddy nodded wisely.



“It always is.” I muttered.



“So…” He announced, and I burst out laughing.



“This is going to be fun.” I grinned.



“That’s what I’m hoping for.” He said. “Where do you want to go first?”



“Let’s go to Madame Puddifoot’s!”



What. The. Hell.



“Peter!” I yelped, jumping about a foot in the air when he suddenly appeared, grinning like the crazy person that he is.



“What the fuck are you doing here?” Teddy demanded, looking furious.



“Going on a date.” He flashed Teddy cocky grin and then slid his hand into my other one. I shook it hard, but he managed to hold on, the same creepy smile etched on his face the whole time.



“Get – off – of – me – you – creep!” I got out through gritted teeth, still attempting to pull away.



“I can’t!” He cried, looking jubilant. “We’re stuck together!”



My mouth dropped open.



I am going to kill Peter Henry. Slowly and painfully. And then I will feed him to Waldo.



“Henry, I swear to Merlin if you don’t let go of her right now I will hex you into next week.” Lupin threatened, pulling out his wand.



“Protego!” Peter sang happily. “Let’s go, Vicky!”



“Don’t call me Vicky!” I protested, but he ignored me and then proceeded to drag me – yes, literally drag – into Madame Puddifoot’s.



“This is revolting.” I whispered to Teddy, taking in the disgusting pink explosion.



“I want to leave.” He said in a strangled voice. “All this pink is not healthy for one person to handle.”



“No!” I said, grabbing onto his hand tighter. “You can’t leave me here with…with…that.”



“Are you referring to me, my darling love?” Peter asked.



“Yes. Yes I am.” I snapped. “You’re a creep, and I hope you grow up into a crazy old cat-man who never gets married.”



Lupin laughed while Peter smiled serenely. “I won’t, since you’ll be marrying me.”



I spluttered at him in rage.



“Hello my dearies!” A large woman, clad in all pink – how much do you want to bet her knickers are also pink? – appeared in front of us, her chunky pink lips stretched into a large, fake smile. “I am Madame Puddifoot!”



If my last name was Puddifoot I would probably kill myself.



“Table for two.” Peter smiled at her.



“Three.” I corrected.



“Are you on a date?” She asked, her smile faltering slightly at the sight of both of my hands, which were clasped with two different boys.



“Well,” I shot a sickly sweet smile at her. “I’m on a date with him.” I tilted my head towards Teddy, who was attempting to pull pink confetti out of his hair, looking disgusted. “This one,” I tilted my head towards Peter, who was beaming creepily. “Attached himself to my hand and now won’t leave me alone.”



“Ah,” She nodded wisely, like she understood exactly what I was feeling. “Table for three, then.”



We sidled over to a table in the back, and I slid into the booth, pulling both Teddy and Peter with me. I scooted as close to Teddy as possible. He looked as though he would dearly like to kill himself.



“Well,” I said timidly, taking in his locked jaw and stony glare. “At – at least he didn’t ruin yesterday, right?”



“I’m going to kill him.” He merely replied. “Kill.”



“I’ll help.” I said, casting a wary look over at Peter, who was much too close to me for my comfort.



He seems to be sniffing my hair.



I can’t even begin to describe how incredibly creepy that is.



“You hair smells like flowers!” Peter announced, after he was done breathing on my head.



“Vanilla.” Teddy corrected, glaring at him.



“Sorry?” Peter asked pleasantly, the same smug smile sprawled across his face.



I have a strong urge to hex that smile off.



“Her hair smells like vanilla.”



They both stared each other down.



Guess who gets to sit in the middle of that? That’s right. Moi.



I gulped and did my best to blend in with the upholstery on the couch thingy while the two of them continued to glare at each other.



I have a bad feeling that this is going to turn into a duel. In Madame Puddifoot’s shop. While everyone else is sipping pink coffee.



That cannot – and I repeat, CANNOT – happen.



So I did the first thing that came to mind – I grabbed Teddy’s head and started snogging his face off.



It’s really the smartest way out of this. Really.



…and also rather enjoyable for me.



“Oi!” Peter yelped, disgusted, as we continued to snog. “What the hell are you doing?!”



“Snogging!” I replied brightly, pulling my face away from Teddy’s temporarily to grin smugly at Peter. “It’s what people do with their boyfriends.”



“He’s your boyfriend?” Peter asked, eyes wide and disbelieving.



Well. No. But Peter doesn’t need to know that. I looked pleadingly at Teddy, biting my lip.



“Yes I am.” Teddy said, leaning around me to glare at Peter. “So you need to stay the hell away from her.”



I beamed and leaned forward to capture his lips once again.



You know, if I just ignore the fact that Peter Henry is holding my other hand and focus on Teddy’s hands around my waist and in my hair, this might even be the best date I have ever been on.



***



“Want some ice cream?” Teddy asked.



“Vanilla!” I chirped happily, grinning brightly at Teddy’s amused expression.



“Hey – ow, watch it!” Peter yelped from behind me as he crashed into someone else. I smiled serenely and jerked on my hand. “Keep moving, Peter.”



After much snogging and disgusted sipping of revolting pink coffee, we had managed to escape Madame Puddifoot’s with minimal mental scarring and a whole lot of pink confetti in our hair.



And now we were trying to make Peter as miserable as possible.



I hope he comes on every date with us! This is so much fun!



“Ice cream? Sweet, what flavor would you like, Victoire?” Peter asked enthusiastically, whipping out his money bag.



I ignored him. “Want to share with me, Teddy?”



“Love to.” He grinned at me and then pulled some more pink confetti out of my hair. I made a face and shook my crazy hair out.



“Stupid curls.” I muttered, dropping Teddy’s hand so I could comb through the mess.



“I like them.” Teddy said, pulling out another piece of confetti. “They look so lively.”



I laughed. “I’ve got lively hair. You know, that sort of makes me feel like Medusa.”



“Well, she had snakes for hair. You’ve just got shiny vanilla curls.” He tugged on one of them.



“Vanilla curls,” A curious smile lit up my face. “I really like that.”



He grinned at me. “Okay, what about my hair?” He ruffled his blue hair and shot me a wide grin.



“Something poetic?” I asked, biting my lip.



“Yeah, sure.”



“Okay…” I ran my fingers lightly through his hair. “How about…fake.”



“Oi!” He said indignantly as I smirked and withdrew my hand. “I say your hair is vanilla curls and you tell me mine is fake?!”



“Well, it is.” I shrugged.



“No, I promise you, it’s real hair.” He said. “Just a different color.”



“What color is your hair naturally?” I asked, cocking my head.



“I’m not telling you until you say something nice about my fantastic hair.” He pouted.



“It’s…er….very shiny…and blue…?” I tried.



He looked at me. “Genius, Sherlock.”



“Well, what else am I supposed to say?!” I cried, throwing my hands up. “It’s hard to come up with something for blue freaking hair!”



“You suck.” He said.



“Yeah, well, I never said I was poetic.” I stuck my tongue out at him.



“I am.” He grinned at me.



“Write me a poem, Teddy!” I tugged on his arm.



He laughed. “Okay, ready, it’s a masterpiece: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, so is my hair and so are you!”



I stared at him. “What.”



“You’re wearing blue.” He said smartly. “Hence, you are blue.”



“That sucked.”



“Mine was way better!” Peter piped in happily. He then proceeded to sing his ridiculous song in a loud, warbling voice.



“You make my heart beat like a – mmph!” He cried indignantly as Teddy stuffed a napkin in his mouth.



“Much better.” Teddy said, and I laughed.



“Thank you,” Teddy told the waitress as she placed a large vanilla ice cream in front of us. She smiled shyly, pulling in her bottom lip a little, and then walked back, swaying her hips more than strictly necessary.



I glared at her retreating back while Teddy dug in.



“I thought you wanted some.” He said through a mouthful of ice cream. “Victoire?”



“Oh.” I said. “Oh, yeah, I do. Sorry.”



“What’s wrong?”



“Nothing.” I said, glaring at the girl one more time before spooning some ice cream into my mouth. His brow furrowed.



“Are you okay?”



“I’m fine, Teddy.” I smiled at him.



“Would you like anything else?!”



Teddy jumped in surprise and looked around at the girl, who was smiling eagerly at him as she talked in a high, breathy voice.



“Er…no, thanks.” He said uncertainly, turning back to me with a curious look. I grinned at him, looking up at the girl, who was gazing at the back of his head with a fervid admiration.



“Are you sure?!” She demanded, after a couple of minutes of raging internal debate.



He turned around again with a muttered ‘what the hell is she still doing here?’. “Yes, I’m completely sure.”



“Nothing?” She asked a little desperately. “Because, you know, I wouldn’t mind running back and getting it for you.”



“No, this is all we need.” He said, still sounding a little wary.



“Not even some homework? I could do some homework for you!”



Now that’s just too desperate.



“Um.” He said, turning around to look at me with wide eyes.



“You know, we do need one thing.” I said brightly.



She glared briefly at me. “Yes?” She asked testily.



I nodded to my intertwined hand with Peter, who was inspecting my curls for some more confetti, and Teddy nodded.



“Could you, possibly, figure out how to unstick someone from someone else?” He asked her, flashing a smile at her. “You see, this kid’s attached himself to my girlfriend’s hand, and –”



“Sure!” She said enthusiastically. She scurried away as fast as she could, and Teddy turned to me, looking slightly creeped out.



“This is what I go through every day.” I sighed, nodding my head at Peter, who was now staring at my shoes with an intense look.



“It must suck.”



“Oh, it does. Immensely.”



“So, I’m guessing you can’t wait until he’s over you, right?” Teddy asked me, his expression carefully neutral.



I sighed. “I’ve been wanting him to get over me from day one. But…” I bit my lip. “I guess some good things did come out of it.”



I said the last part really quietly, so I wasn’t even sure that he heard me. I glanced up through my eyelashes and saw that he was eating more ice cream, completely oblivious.



I sighed. Thank god.



“I found it!”



All three of us jumped when the girl screeched the words right behind Teddy’s head.



“Right there, see?” She pointed to it, and watched devotedly while Teddy read it, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration.



“Thank you so much.” He said, beaming at her; she looked slightly punch-drunk.



“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asked, finally cottoning on to what was going on around him. Teddy muttered a spell, and my hand sprang free from Peter’s.



“HA!” I yelled, jumping up. “FREE!”



“Thank you, here!” Teddy thrust a couple of galleons into the girl’s hand. He then grabbed the ice cream, and taking my hand, sprinted after me as I wove through the crazy crowd.



“RUN!” I screamed, giggling like a loon.



I glanced back to see that both Peter Henry and the girl were staring after us rather sadly as we made a wild dash to be as far away from them as possible.



Ha. Suckers.





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