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Title: Pop
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Victoire Weasley (with Teddy Lupin)
Prompt: 013, Want
Word Count: 1,198
Rating: G
Summary: An unexpected visitor leads to a question.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; they are the property of JK Rowling and her publishers, and I am making no money off of this.
Notes: None.
Victoire Weasley opened the door to her little house in London with a sigh. It had been a long day. Someone had thought it would be funny to charm Muggle perfume bottles to run away from their owner (but only after they’d been taken home from store). A couple of them had even exploded rather than allow themselves to be caught. All throughout London, there were women who had perfume bottles cowering under dressers or radiators. A few of them had ended up with glass and scented water all over their bedroom. The last few hours of the workday had involved numerous cleaning spells and too many memory modifications to count. And there were just the two of them in the office.
Why hadn’t she believed her grandfather when he said that his job involved a lot of work?
She dropped the key in its spot on the hall table. She hadn’t wanted to bother with using a key to lock and unlock the door, but her Aunt Hermione had insisted that if she was going to live in a Muggle neighborhood, she needed to live like a Muggle, at least in the places where people could see her.
She pulled her shoes off and wearily hung her coat on the hook by the door. She just wanted to curl up with a mug of tea and a good book for an hour or two.
The sound of something glass breaking on the floor came from the kitchen. There was someone in her house.
She pulled out her wand. She didn’t care what Hermione would have to say about this; she was far better at defending herself with magic than without. She could sort it out later. After today, one more memory charm was negligible. “Who are you and what do you want?” she called as she went toward the kitchen. “I’m warning you, I’m armed.”
She stepped into the kitchen, her wand held in front of her defensively. Teddy’s head popped up from the other side of the kitchen table.
“I thought you might want some tea,” he said, holding up the handle of the mug that had fallen to the floor and broken. He’d been cleaning it up.
She relaxed with a smile. “Some tea would be wonderful.” She aimed her wand at the broken mug but he waved her off.
“I’ll take care of it. You just sit. You look like you’ve had a long day,” he said. He pulled out a chair for her. “I got my mother’s clumsiness, but I also got my grandmother’s cleaning spells. She made sure of it.” with a flick of his wand, the broken mug reformed itself. He poured two mugs of tea and set one in front of her on the table.
“Thank you,” she said. “When I took this job, I never imagined how much work the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office could be.”
“You should have listened to your grandfather,” he said with a smile.
“I should have listened to my grandfather,” she replied, also with a smile. “You don’t have a key. How did you get in here?”
“I have a wand,” he said.
“Oh that’s not fair,” she said. “Hermione insists I use a key, but you get to use your wand.”
“Hermione’s not my aunt,” Teddy said. With the amount of time Teddy spent with Harry and Ginny (and the rest of the Weasleys) while he was growing up, she might as well have been.
Victoire grinned at him as there was a knock at the front door. “I’d better get that,” she said, seeing as it was her house. She stood up from the table and went to answer the door.
Outside the door was a deliverywitch from one of the flower shops on Diagon Alley. “Victoire Weasley?” she asked.
“Yes,” Victoire said.
“Then these are for you.” The witch handed her an arrangement of a dozen red roses and disappeared with a tip of her hat and a pop! Victoire closed the door and breathed in the scent of the roses. She noticed a card nestling among the flowers, though there was no doubt in her mind who had sent them.
The card had only three words on it: Love, your Teddy.
She smiled as she took the roses into the kitchen to put them in some water.
“What do you think?” Teddy asked from his seat at the kitchen table as she returned to the kitchen.
“They’re beautiful,” she said, her mood much improved from when she had returned home fifteen minutes ago. “You didn’t have to send me roses though,” she added as she placed them in a vase with water.
“Yes I did,” he said. “I wanted to, and besides, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“You couldn’t ask me without roses?” She gave him a kiss and returned to her mug of tea at the table.
“Of course I could,” he said. “I just didn’t want to.”
“Okay,” she said and took a sip of her tea. “Ask your question.”
He looked down at the mug of tea cupped in his hands as if trying to draw support from the warm brew. Maybe he was practicing his Divination, trying to determine what her answer would be to whatever he wanted to ask her. He finally got the courage up to look up at her.
“Vic,” he started, “will you…I mean…do you want to marry me?”
He was just as nervous as he had been when asking her out.
“Yes, Teddy, I do,” she said. “And I will.” She smiled at him and put her hand on top of his on the table.
His face broke out into a grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She grinned too. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”
“Oh!” he said and let go of her hand. “I have something for you.” He put his hand into his pocket and took something out. She saw how hard he was concentrating on not dropping it. He opened his hand to show a ring resting on his palm. “It’s not much,” he said. It was a simple gold band with a small diamond on it, not as impressive as some of the ones she’d seen her aunts wearing.
“I don’t care,” she said as she picked it up. “It’s from you, and that’s what’s important.”
“It’s a family ring,” he said. “The one my grandfather gave to my grandmother.”
“I couldn’t take it,” she said. “I know how much it means to her.” It was one of the few connections Mrs. Tonks still had to her long-dead husband after all these years, and it was such a symbolic one.
“She wants you to have it,” Teddy said. “She doesn’t need it. She wants the newest member of the family to have it.”
Victoire smiled and slipped the ring on. “It fits perfectly, too.”
Teddy smiled and took her hand. “We need to tell your family.”
“I know,” she said. “I don’t want to just yet, though. I want it to be something special for us for awhile.” With a smile, she leaned in to kiss her future husband.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Victoire Weasley (with Teddy Lupin)
Prompt: 013, Want
Word Count: 1,198
Rating: G
Summary: An unexpected visitor leads to a question.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; they are the property of JK Rowling and her publishers, and I am making no money off of this.
Notes: None.
Victoire Weasley opened the door to her little house in London with a sigh. It had been a long day. Someone had thought it would be funny to charm Muggle perfume bottles to run away from their owner (but only after they’d been taken home from store). A couple of them had even exploded rather than allow themselves to be caught. All throughout London, there were women who had perfume bottles cowering under dressers or radiators. A few of them had ended up with glass and scented water all over their bedroom. The last few hours of the workday had involved numerous cleaning spells and too many memory modifications to count. And there were just the two of them in the office.
Why hadn’t she believed her grandfather when he said that his job involved a lot of work?
She dropped the key in its spot on the hall table. She hadn’t wanted to bother with using a key to lock and unlock the door, but her Aunt Hermione had insisted that if she was going to live in a Muggle neighborhood, she needed to live like a Muggle, at least in the places where people could see her.
She pulled her shoes off and wearily hung her coat on the hook by the door. She just wanted to curl up with a mug of tea and a good book for an hour or two.
The sound of something glass breaking on the floor came from the kitchen. There was someone in her house.
She pulled out her wand. She didn’t care what Hermione would have to say about this; she was far better at defending herself with magic than without. She could sort it out later. After today, one more memory charm was negligible. “Who are you and what do you want?” she called as she went toward the kitchen. “I’m warning you, I’m armed.”
She stepped into the kitchen, her wand held in front of her defensively. Teddy’s head popped up from the other side of the kitchen table.
“I thought you might want some tea,” he said, holding up the handle of the mug that had fallen to the floor and broken. He’d been cleaning it up.
She relaxed with a smile. “Some tea would be wonderful.” She aimed her wand at the broken mug but he waved her off.
“I’ll take care of it. You just sit. You look like you’ve had a long day,” he said. He pulled out a chair for her. “I got my mother’s clumsiness, but I also got my grandmother’s cleaning spells. She made sure of it.” with a flick of his wand, the broken mug reformed itself. He poured two mugs of tea and set one in front of her on the table.
“Thank you,” she said. “When I took this job, I never imagined how much work the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office could be.”
“You should have listened to your grandfather,” he said with a smile.
“I should have listened to my grandfather,” she replied, also with a smile. “You don’t have a key. How did you get in here?”
“I have a wand,” he said.
“Oh that’s not fair,” she said. “Hermione insists I use a key, but you get to use your wand.”
“Hermione’s not my aunt,” Teddy said. With the amount of time Teddy spent with Harry and Ginny (and the rest of the Weasleys) while he was growing up, she might as well have been.
Victoire grinned at him as there was a knock at the front door. “I’d better get that,” she said, seeing as it was her house. She stood up from the table and went to answer the door.
Outside the door was a deliverywitch from one of the flower shops on Diagon Alley. “Victoire Weasley?” she asked.
“Yes,” Victoire said.
“Then these are for you.” The witch handed her an arrangement of a dozen red roses and disappeared with a tip of her hat and a pop! Victoire closed the door and breathed in the scent of the roses. She noticed a card nestling among the flowers, though there was no doubt in her mind who had sent them.
The card had only three words on it: Love, your Teddy.
She smiled as she took the roses into the kitchen to put them in some water.
“What do you think?” Teddy asked from his seat at the kitchen table as she returned to the kitchen.
“They’re beautiful,” she said, her mood much improved from when she had returned home fifteen minutes ago. “You didn’t have to send me roses though,” she added as she placed them in a vase with water.
“Yes I did,” he said. “I wanted to, and besides, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“You couldn’t ask me without roses?” She gave him a kiss and returned to her mug of tea at the table.
“Of course I could,” he said. “I just didn’t want to.”
“Okay,” she said and took a sip of her tea. “Ask your question.”
He looked down at the mug of tea cupped in his hands as if trying to draw support from the warm brew. Maybe he was practicing his Divination, trying to determine what her answer would be to whatever he wanted to ask her. He finally got the courage up to look up at her.
“Vic,” he started, “will you…I mean…do you want to marry me?”
He was just as nervous as he had been when asking her out.
“Yes, Teddy, I do,” she said. “And I will.” She smiled at him and put her hand on top of his on the table.
His face broke out into a grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She grinned too. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”
“Oh!” he said and let go of her hand. “I have something for you.” He put his hand into his pocket and took something out. She saw how hard he was concentrating on not dropping it. He opened his hand to show a ring resting on his palm. “It’s not much,” he said. It was a simple gold band with a small diamond on it, not as impressive as some of the ones she’d seen her aunts wearing.
“I don’t care,” she said as she picked it up. “It’s from you, and that’s what’s important.”
“It’s a family ring,” he said. “The one my grandfather gave to my grandmother.”
“I couldn’t take it,” she said. “I know how much it means to her.” It was one of the few connections Mrs. Tonks still had to her long-dead husband after all these years, and it was such a symbolic one.
“She wants you to have it,” Teddy said. “She doesn’t need it. She wants the newest member of the family to have it.”
Victoire smiled and slipped the ring on. “It fits perfectly, too.”
Teddy smiled and took her hand. “We need to tell your family.”
“I know,” she said. “I don’t want to just yet, though. I want it to be something special for us for awhile.” With a smile, she leaned in to kiss her future husband.