Bad Romance : Theodore Nott

1: Sheer Luck

[victoria's pov]

As much as I hated to admit it, I was very much of a hopeless romantic. But that was unrealistic and impossible. Because of my house. I had nothing in common with the house and if it was anything I had in common with the other Slytherins, it'd be the fact that none of us were good at romance. It must've been more than a stereotype and more of a curse. Being a Slytherin was no fun except for the fact that I got to be competitive against my brother and friends.

My older brother, Magnus McCallian, had been close with the Weasley twins since before they even got sorted into Gryffindor. Magnus would always tell me how amazing it was to be in the "best house at Hogwarts," so you can only imagine my happiness when I met the Weasley twins at King's Cross in my first year... until I got sorted into Slytherin. Not even my parents had expected that, as they were also in Gryffindor during their time at Hogwarts. Regardless, that didn't stop me from forming a friendship with my brother and his friends that's still lasting to my fourth year and their fifth year.

The Burrow was a wonderful place and homely; Especially because of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who treated me no differently because of my house.

Now at the Quidditch World Cup, we made our way up to the top of the hill, Fred and George racing behind me. The sun hit my skin with warmth as I wore my Weird Sisters shirt. They were my favourite band, along with Magnus and the twin's. We've never been able to go to a concert before though—mum and dad won't let me. You can only imagine the grades I had to achieve to spend time with the Weasleys this summer.

"Looks like a circus!" Magnus commented to the group. He then turned to the twins to mock a customer. "I believe it's just the place for us. We'll take it!"

A handful of us laughed as we made our way down the hill. With us were most of the Weasley family (all but Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, and Percy), Harry Potter and Hermione Granger (Ron's closest friends), Cedric Diggory and his father, then Magnus and I.

"We're quite a large pack..." Mr. Weasley mentioned as we set our things up for camp. "I suppose we should split up, Amos."

"We'll see you around anyway," Cedric's father said. "See you at the war, Arthur!"

They waved each other off as Fred and George set their bags down, finally relieved. Their long hair covered their slim faces as they sat up, facing each other.

"Bets?" Fred asked George.

"You bet," George answered Fred.

They laughed evilly, putting their bags back on. I followed them eagerly as they approached my brother.

"Come on, Maggie, let's go make bets!" Fred cried to my brother as George patted him on the back. Magnus groaned at the nickname, yet followed the twins into the crowd of tents and vendors.

"Hey, let me come too!" I exclaimed, pulling the handles of their backpacks. Their thin legs folded as I held them in place from going anywhere.

"Oi, you're supposed to help with tent duty!" Ron cried. "Mum said-"

"Mum's not here," Fred said with a sinister grin.

Magnus turns toward me and adds, "You can't come, sis. Sorry."

"Why not!" I exclaim to my brother, letting go of Fred and George's bags.

George shrugged and said, "You're too young." Magnus nods in agreement.

I scoffed. "Too young? Fred and George are sixteen too, I just happened to get my invitation late."

"Mum said so," Magnus said.