(Untitled)

[victoryschild]

A small read haired girl, giggling her head off, comes tearing into the bar and runs to hide behind the nearest table. Sorry if you're sat there.

[OOC: Please ping me before tagging. No 'heavy' threads. I can't guarantee I won't flake out. Apologies in advance.

Lauren X]

Comments

[followfootsteps]

Huh. Small Victoire.

(Teddy has no idea why she is so terrifying.)

Bury face in file! Only work can save him now.

[victoryschild]

Ah but small Victoire isn't so easy to ignore!

When she finally realises that she won't be followed through the door by her uncle George, she wanders off in search of someone to talk to.

"Hi!"

[followfootsteps]

"Oh. Er. Hi."

[victoryschild]

"What're you doing?" she asks, head on her shoulder, butter wouldn't melt expression on her face.