✧. ┊ And I know you could fall
for a thousand kings.
𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁， 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇
𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋
𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇．✧˖*°࿐
george weasley...
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EIGHT
The next morning started in typical Weasley fashion—chaotic and noisy. Victoria sat at the breakfast table in the Great Hall, stifling a yawn as Fred and George squabbled over who got the last piece of toast.
"I grabbed it first," Fred said, clutching the bread like a prize.
"Doesn't count when it's halfway in my hand," George retorted, reaching across the table.
"You two are like toddlers," Victoria said, shaking her head as she sipped her tea.
"Toddlers with charm," George said, flashing a grin.
"Sure," she replied dryly, before turning her attention to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had just joined them. "Morning! Sleep well?"
"Hardly," Ron muttered. "Percy kept muttering about some report he's working on in his sleep. It's worse than the ghoul in the attic."
Victoria smiled, but her amusement was short-lived as a commotion erupted at the staff table. Gilderoy Lockhart had arrived in his usual flamboyant style, his robes shimmering a dazzling turquoise. He waved dramatically to the students, earning scattered applause.
"Why does he look like he's auditioning for a wizarding fashion show?" George muttered.
"Because he probably is," Angelina said, rolling her eyes.
Victoria groaned as Lockhart's eyes locked on her. With a wide, dazzling smile, he strode toward the Gryffindor table.
"Ah, Princess Victoria," Lockhart said loudly with a curtesy, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "Always a delight to see you gracing Hogwarts with your presence."
"Hello, Professor," Victoria said politely, trying not to cringe.
"You must let me show you my latest book!" he continued, pulling a copy of Magical Me from his robes. "I believe you'd find it most enlightening."
Fred leaned closer to George and whispered, "Bet he sleeps with a stack of those under his pillow."
Victoria stifled a laugh, nodding vaguely as Lockhart handed her the book.
"Why don't you keep this copy?" he said, winking. "A gift for royalty, of course."
"Thank you, Professor," Victoria said, hoping he'd move on quickly.
Instead, Lockhart leaned in conspiratorially. "If you'd ever like a private tutorial, my door is always open. I'm certain a young witch of your stature would benefit greatly from my expertise."
Fred and George snorted audibly, and Victoria felt her cheeks flush. "That's very kind of you, Professor," she said through gritted teeth.
"Of course, of course," Lockhart said, finally turning to leave.
