Chapter 1 : No socks?
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Victoire Weasley frowned at her sock drawer. Where before there had been neatly folded and placed pairs of white, lace trimmed socks there was a mess. She had no socks! No socks to wear at all.
Victoire thought she might cry.
She remembered the day her Mummy had come home from Diagon Alley bearing the brand new package of socks.
"Thank you, Mummy!" She had exclaimed in joy, walking carefully (not running) up the stairs to eagerly place the new socks in their place of honor in the top drawer.
Victoire looked closer at her drawer, running her hand along it to make sure she had missed anything. In the corner she found a lone blue sock. A blue sock with no lace! It did not match the one lacy, if a bit holey, sock she held in her hand.
"Victoire," her mother called from downstairs, "eet is time to go!"
Victoire sighed heavily and slipped on the mismatched socks before heading downstairs, fluffed her golden locks once more, and walked carefully (not skipped) down the stairs to join her family by the fireplace.
Her mummy was so busy with Dominique and Louis that she didn't even notice that Victoire was wearing mismatched socks. Maybe if she could just get her mom to notice that her socks were mismatched, she'd be able to solve the problem.
Victoire stomped over to the fireplace to grab some floo powder in the hopes that noise would draw attention to her feet. Alas, the floor was carpeted, and the action did nothing but give Victoire a shock when she touched the bowl the floo was in.
This was not working. Her family was in a hurry so, Victoire figured she would have to come up with a better plan later. Taking a deep breath, Victoire shouted, “The Burrow" and stepped into the emerald green flames that erupted in the fireplace.
Traveling by Floo powder was like being on a really fast merry-go-round for far too long, like when your Mummy is calling you to come inside but you insist on staying on the merry-go-round until you finally get off when she threatens no TV for the night but then you fall down because you are soooooo dizzy. Yeah, that's what traveling by Floo powder was like, and Victoire fell down as soon as she landed in her grandparent's kitchen.
"Bah," she said, "I think I like going by broomstick better!"
"Don't be sad, Vicky," Teddy said from where he had been standing in the Burrow's kitchen waiting for her to arrive. Teddy Lupin was the son of Remus and Tonks who had floated away during the Scary Times, and was being raised by Victoire's Uncle Harry and his grandmother, who was quite solid and in no danger of floating away anytime soon. Him and Victoire were the bestest friends in the whole wide world, and they shared many adventures together involving ponies, and unicorns (unicorns still liked Teddy even though he is a boy), pegasi, and balloons. And because they were best friends, they had nicknames for each other. Teddy called her Vicky, and Victoire called Teddy, Teddy Bear.
"Teddy Bear!" Vicky cried, skipping over to him with a smile on her face.
"Vicky," he said, "I have an awesome story to tell you, that Harry and Ron just told me--it involves my dad and his friends. They were called the Marauders.."
"Oh," Victoire squealed, "it sounds so exciting."
"It is," he nodded wisely, "you see the Marauders were made up of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs and they made this map--but wait, Victoire, what is wrong with your socks?"
Victoire turned red in the face with embarrassment. Of course, Teddy Bear had to notice. She felt tears leak from her eyes as she ran away.
Teddy Bear followed, calling her name after her. Finally, he found her sitting on the stairs. "I didn't mean to make you sad, Vicky, but one of your socks are blue and the other is white."
"I know," she wailed miserably, "I couldn't find a matching pair before we left!"
Teddy Bear frowned. "Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "that's really strange, because I couldn't find a matching pair this morning either."
"Yeah, right," Vicky sniffed, thinking he was just trying to make her feel better.
"Look!" He said pulling up the bottom of the pant leg to reveal one orange and one Snitch patterned sock.
"Oh," Vicky giggled, "I wonder where all the socks went."
"I don't know, Vicky, I don't know," Teddy mused, "but I think we should find out."
A/N: Whoa, cliffie! What's going to happen next?
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