Chapter Nine. Temperaments and Temperatures.
Teddy's P.O.V.
By the time Vic gets let out of the hospital wing it is the end of February and is close to Easter. I have been exchanging letters with Bill and we think that the reason Vic will always have scars from her collar bones to the start of the base of her rib cage is because the counter curse was not used immediately. Vic doesn't mind, she told me jokingly that maybe she won't be so beautiful anymore, but her mother is upset. Fleur Weasley wrote her daughter a long letter telling her that all scars mean is that Vic is brave, and she shouldn't be ashamed to show them. I agree and believe that Vic will always be beautiful to me no matter what. In a moment of boldness I told her so and her face flushed. It mayn't have been the best idea to tell her I fear. People have been saying she is beautiful since birth and the complement is usually something unpleasant for her to hear.
As the end of the year approaches the amount of N.E.W.T. homework that the seventh year teachers are doling out seems to double. Easter break will be mostly spent shoving through the vast piles of the stuff. My marks slipped a bit while Vic was in the hospital because I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything else. She is still always at the center of my thoughts.
We have begun casually touching one another, which was something we never did before. At breakfast her arm might brush against mine, or while we are studying our shoulders might be just close enough to come into contact occasionally. It is making me into a nutter. I mean Merlin's pants! She is so breathtaking that I can't seem to keep my head on straight when our skin is touching, it is mad. Blimey I love her.
Madame Aeolus has forbidden Vic from flying, or running, or dueling, or anything particularly strenuous, because she is still recovering. If she gets worn out it is difficult for her to catch her breath, and I think her chest is still hurting her. I feel bad that my magic wasn't strong enough to heal her completely, and feel guilty that she still has pain. Vic just waves away any concern, if I notice her wheezing. She is so headstrong and brave, stubborn and beautiful.
Since she slept for so long her magical hair has grown to an enormous length. She is a bit like that beautiful girl with the never ending braid in the muggle fairy tale that Harry used to read me, the one locked in the tower no doors. Maybe that Rapunzel chick was a Veela, if Vic's hair, which now can brush the tops of her toes while she stands, is anything to judge by. I think it's cool and have begged Vic not to chop it off. I don't know much about girls, but having hair that long that you never have to brush must be pretty wicked. It is a standing joke between Vic and I, and to punish me for making her keep her mop she has taught me how to braid it and makes me do it at breakfast every morning.
My mate Will says that I am either barmy or a poof, but he's joking. I know he has guessed about Vic. We don't really talk about birds much, he's been sweet on Mary-Anne Milgrave the Griffindor chaser for months and hasn't said anything. We mostly just play quidditch together and tease each other in classes. Besides Vic, Will is my best mate.
Victiore's P.O.V.
Chere Maman,
How are you and papa? Have the spring storms begun yet? I was wondering if Teddy and his grandmother might come spend Easter with us at Shell Cottage. Andromeda does not enjoy having holidays at her retirement home, and it would be wonderful to have her company. If this is too much it is not a problem. I have not told Teddy of these plans. I hope you are all well, Dom and Louis are happy,
Victiore.xox
Chere bichette,
I would be very pleased if Andromeda and her grandson were here for the break. Your father grumbles but he will come around. Invite them post haste, but tell Teddy he will be sleeping on the chesterfield as our cottage est tres petite. The storms have begun with a fervour so be sure to bring your bottes. Je t'aime,
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