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[followfootsteps]

Look, a Teddy, who was clearly asleep ten minutes ago.

He's slumped, in a pair of pyjama trousers, at a booth with a bunch of notes scattered over the table and a very strong coffee.

Botherable.

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[victoryschild]

Look, a Victoire, who has clearly been up for far too long.

Having spent a day working in her Uncle's new joke shop in Paris so she's wearing the bright magenta robes which constitute the shop uniform. Despite them clashing horribly with her hair, somehow Victoire still manages to look good in them. In fact despite the fact that she looks incredibly tired she still manages to look good. It's a Veela thing.

At first she doesn't see Teddy and she makes her way to the bar to get herself a drink.

[followfootsteps]

Teddy sets down his work for a moment, padding over to how to flop an arm over her shoulder.

"You look as tired as I feel."

[victoryschild]

She's a little startled by the sudden arm around her shoulder at first but she brightens when she sees it's Teddy rather than a random stranger.

"It's been a long day," she says, reaching up to try and squeeze some life into her aching shoulders. "I didn't think it was possible for the shop to actually be busier than it is in the summer holidays."

[followfootsteps]

"That explains the robes," Teddy says wryly, reaching back to massage her shoulders. "I just got up. Spent the night here so that I could do more work before heading home."