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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 27, 2009 11:34:32 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - Okay, so Ted would have to agree, training was a hell of a lot of work and pain. And he thought that the actually Auror work would be easier then training. Boy was he wrong. He just spent the last day in the woods after they team had got a lead that a few Fugitives had been having a meeting there. He had been out since three am this morning, and now it was nearing ten o'clock and the search had been called off. He rubbed his eyes, as much as he liked to go home a sleep right now, he knew he wouldn't be going to sleep. He opted out of the Muggle bar with a couple of others, knowing what their mysterious brews did to him, and decided to head to Diagon Alley.
His hair was not his turquoise color at the moment. It was the mousy brown color of his father's, which it would turn every time he was exhausted or stressed. Harry said it was slightly ironic, since his father seemed to be in those moods most of the time, or at least that what he said he was like. Appearently after Remus had gotten together with Tonks he had become a much happier man, which always seemed to bring a smile to Ted's face, thinking about how he hopped he found that someday. As he reached the Leaky Cauldron he walked right through the bar and headed into the streets, hoping to find someone scurrying around that he could talk with.
He looked up into the sky. It was mostly dark now except for the fading light off in the distance that only left a line of light. The end of the day, the sign that another chapter in his life was over. He ran and hand in his hair, checking his pockets. He had a few galleons on hand so there would be no need to head off to Gringott's to get more. He kinda wanted to go grab a new book, but he was sure Florshing Botts would not be open at this hour. He opted that his only choice seemed to be the Leaky Cauldron and with a side-step back he returned to the little bar.
He finally looked around at the bar. There was little business being done tonight, but a few tables were open to people. He sighed and took the bar stool, pulling a few sickles out of his pocket. He smiled as the bartender walked over to him. Now, should he be good and get a Butterbeer, or bad and get a bit of Firewhiskey. "A pint of Firewhiskey." he asked and watched as the bartender went to grab him some. A moment later he returned and Ted laid some money on the table and told him to keep it coming. When the guy smirked and asked if he had a rough night Ted let out a small chuckle and downed the Firewhiskey, feeling the burning sensation in the back of his throat. "You can say that." - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 523
TAGS?: Vic
LYRICS?: Hard Day's Night by the Beatles for the title.
COMMENTS?: -wonders what she'll say about Ted- |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 27, 2009 22:51:00 GMT -5
 this city made us crazy and we must get out- - - - - - - -
Stupid job. Stupid parents. Stupid family. Those were the three things Victoire thought after yet another uneventfull day at the Ministry. It was all Fleur's doing in the girls' dispute about Vic's career path. It was a hopeless fight that Victoire would never win. Today, she was basically her uncle's assistant. This wasn't what she signed up for. Victoire wanted danger, action, to actually be able to arrest someone and drag them in...rough them up a litte. The fun parts of being an auror - not the boring paper work parts. The day couldn't have ended soon enough for young Victoire.
After clocking out, Victoire and a few of the other office girls, (mostly secretaries) went out of a girls not out. It was much needed for all of them to have some little escape. They went to the muggle side of London. One of the girls, Claire, was a muggle-born. She knew where all the hottest clubs/bars were to go to. The girls traveled there together, after departing company for one hour in preperations for a night on the town. It was fun...for awhile. After a few hours of chatter, dancing, drinks, dinner, more dancing and more drinks - Victoire left early, complaining of a headache. No, of cours there was no headache. To be truthful, the topic of discussion had changed to relationshps, something Victoire never would talk about with the girls from work. Avoiding the subject, and stares of some men, she came up with the white lie in order to slip back to her own world.
Walking alone, at night, in London didn't bother Victoire. She was a Weasley and an auror. If she had any troubles, she could take care of herself. Vic made it safely to the Leaky Caudron. She needed something to wash down those strange muggle drinks. Victoire paid no attention to who was in the pub at this time of night. She didn't expect to see anyone, therefore didn't look. Her eyes found an open bar stool, one spot away from a body. She didn't look at who it was, simple walked up, and sat down. Victoire decided butterbeer would be best. She didn't think tomorrow would be good if she had anything else. The bartender came to her after finishing with the man next to her. Victoire smiled at him, "A Butterbeer please," she asked kindly. He nodded and took just a minute or two to get it for her. "Thanks, keep the change," she said, once receiving her beverage. Victoire had given him a few sickles, enough to cover her drink and then some.
Sighing, Victoire straightened her dress from the evening. She briefly ignored the being next to her, appearing to be fussing over her apperance. Victoire could be covered in tar and still be looked at like she was the hottest thing on earth. She never understood had to gain control of herself in that sense. Fleur always said the same thing, 'when you meet the right person, it'll stop'. The problem was in that statement all together. Victoire wasn't with the right person for her - not anymore. Really, it had been years and she still wasn't over Theodore Lupin in even the smallest amount. There were constant reminders of him, everywhere. She couldn't get away from him. Sure, she had had a couple relationships since then but, she always ended them after awhile. Little did Victoire know, the exact person she subconciously constantly thought about, was sitting on stool over.
It took Vic a few sips of Butterbeer to even glance at the person she was sitting close to. His presence felt all too familiar too her. This strange sensation forved her to look. All she had to see was hair and she knew. It didn't matter what color it was turquoise, green, purple, pink, red - she could always pick out Ted Lupin in a crown. Even in an empty room, and after not seeing him for so long, she still knew him. With the sight, came a brief wave of pain and awkwardness. A small smile played with her lips. She liked him better with the mousy brown hair out of all the colours. Victoire also knew that it meant Ted had had a long day maybe, or was just stressing over something. She hoped it wasn't the latter. Not trusting herself to speak just yet, she took a sip of her Butterbeer and cleared her throat, hoping that would catch his attention - if she didn't already have it.
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 27, 2009 23:24:12 GMT -5
still I'm lying here tonight
wishing I was by your side
cause when I'm not there enough
nothing feels right
- - - - - - - - - - It was times like these, when he was all alone at a bar, when his thoughts strayed to a certain girl. Believe me, when you've traveled Europe as much as this one, you'd love to go running to a bar and get a drink that would soothe the pain of the day long travel. But this pain, well this had been constant for awhile. It had come when he told her it was over, and it came strong as soon as he hoped on a plane to Ireland. He decided he would travel Europe like the Muggle's do. Another swing of his Firewhiskey and he needed another. The bartender seemed to get the picture and went quickly to grab him another.
Victoire Weasley. The one girl that had been on his mind since puberty. Yes, she was a looker, but she was so much more then that. She was also that intelligent, funny girl he'd grown up, and grown to love. Why did he end it with her? Because he was a git who thought he was doing the right thing. When obviously he wasn't. No even when girls from various countries, Italians, Greeks, Spanish, Irish, the lot, threw themselves at Teddy's arms, and he always politely declined. Brunettes, Red-Heads and the lot, he had lost interest in them completely. Blond's did have their spark, but he would immediately think of her and the hole in his heart would reappear strongly.
There were many times he planned on heading back to London, but the thoughts of what she had done with her life frightened him. What if she found another? What if she moved on? It scared the hell out of him, to think that she didn't feel the same way he did now. He thought it was just best for him to keep traveling around. But then, he couldn't handle it anymore. He had to come back, to see what she was up to. But of course, he got nervous, and couldn't even send her an owl when he returned. Thankfully, Harry had put him to work right away, and he had been busy ever since.
It had been a week since he had gotten home, and he decided he would man up soon enough and contact her. That when he heard it. The pitch of her voice was the same, the sound echoed through his ears for a moment. Holy. She was just one stool away from him. This was it, time to man up Ted and talk to her. He took a deep breathe, but he found he couldn't use his voice. Or his body apparently. It wouldn't cooperate with him. Move when he asked it to. He begged it to move, to look at her before she left, but he wouldn't budge.
Just when he thought all hope was lost, she cleared his throat. She must of noticed that he was sitting right next to her. Nice going, now she thinks you don't notice her either! he scolded himself and then he let his body move to look at her. And he froze again. She, in his eyes, and grown even more beautiful since he had last seen her. His eyes were locked on hers before he could finally bring the lopsided grin to his face. "Vic?" he said, the smile evident in his tone, Then he wondered if it was okay if he smiled at her. Was she still mad at him? Without warning he moved over to the stool next to her, placing his drink on the table and had this urge to hug her, but he wouldn't do it, not just yet. [/b][/color]"[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 624
TAGS?: Vic
LYRICS?: When I'm With You by Faber Drive
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 28, 2009 0:01:27 GMT -5
now that it's over
of course it's so clear
but you were no angel
and i was no sin
somehow i can't let it go
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VIctoire sat in perfect stillness. Her eyes set hard on staring at the wooden bar in front of her. She didn't trust herself to move, not even a little. Vic knew, in a split second, her self control would disappear - and she would be tackling Ted to the ground in excitement to see him again, and aso in bitter resentment of his departure. The only thing that disrupted her statue like stance was her heart. Victoire could hear it beating in her ears. She wished it would stopped. It was her heart that was making this extremely difficult.
Victoire heard the stool beneath him move and her heart stopped. Was he leaving? No, only moving over. Yes, let's just make it more awkward and difficult, shall we? She wondered what it was he was expecting her to do. Victoire didn't know what to do. Her heart started beating again, only now it raced as she could just feel every movement he made to be right next to her. Victoire held her breath in anticipation of what was coming next. This was just ridiculous how he could make her feel. After six years, one hundred and forty-three days, five hours, twenty three minutes, and eight seconds later, (not that she was keeping close track) one would would think she would feel differently. Sure, her feelings and thoughts were all jumbled and conflicted but, in the end - Victoire Weasley is still madly in love with Theodore Lupin. There was nothing else to it. There was no length of time or distance that would ever change that.
Nervously, (yes, she was nervous) she folded her hands in her lap. Veela's, or anyone with veela in them, have such a high self-confidence level that they never get nervous. This was probably the fourth or fifth time Victoire had ever felt nervous. All four or five times were around Ted. Wasn't that a big enough sign? They were meant for each other. Only, Ted went and screwed that up. Victoire frowned at that thought, which came to mind the same second he spoke. She could tell he was smiling, just by his voice. She wasn't sure how to respond. It took her a moment to slowly turn and tilt her head in his direction. The second she saw him, Vic smiled. She didn't want to. In fact, she tried not to but, her red painted lips betrayed her. "Ted?" pretending she didn't already know it was him. Again, her entire brain and body betrayed her. "When did you - " she paused to glance him over, " - get back?"
Vicotire did a sweep of her now bright blue eyes for two reasons. One, she hadn't seen him in six years, she needed to know what changed. Two, she checked for a wedding ring. Good. There wasn't one. Victoire wouldn't have been able to carry on a coversation if he turned up married to some foriegn evil, bloodsucking, little bi - well, you get the picture. Out of a nervous habit she didn't recognize, Victoire pushed some of her long blond locks out of her face, even though really there wasn't anything there to move.
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 28, 2009 0:27:58 GMT -5
I never understood before
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke, my head was sore
What a feeling
Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling - - - - - - - - - - And that was it. Just by moving over, he knew he was a goner. He could of ran out of the bar, Apparated from the bar stool, done something to escape Victoire Weasley, but he knew at that moment it was impossible. Just by getting a glimpse of her face, he was already stricken. He could literally get lost in her blue eyes for the rest of eternity and be happy with it. But he had to realize, that he would have to take a lot more steps before he could have her in his arms again. And just by the one glimpse of her face, he knew he would do anything to win her back.
When she said his name, he felt his smile brighten , the corners of his mouth tug a little more. Just hearing his name roll off her tongue was enough for him. It was now a recoding in his head, playing over and over. If she only knew what she did to him. He could see her struggling with her smile, and got a bit nervous, his eyes quickly glimpsing down at her had for any rings. Nothing looked like a wedding ring, or engagement, but he wouldn't let his heart soar yet. He could see he hadn't won the battle yet.
"I got back a few days ago. I was going to contact you, but then Harry sent me after a lead, a few Fugitives they thought would be useful. Turns out nothing but a bunch of beggars. He gave me the next few days off, and I planned on contacting you tomorrow..." he said, trailing off slightly, looking at his whiskey. When the bar tender came to refill his glasses he told him politely to run him a few butterbeers, hoping the little bit of whiskey would get out of his system.
As she brushed a stand of hair from her face he was slightly glad. He had been starring at it for around twenty seconds now, and he was almost ready to push it away for her. But he was sure she'd end up slapping him if he did. He sighed gently to himself. He wanted to explain everything to her, just so she could understand exactly why he had done everything he had done, but he had absolutely no clue where to start, or even if she wanted to hear him out.color=Teal]You can say that. [/color]"[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 423
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LYRICS?: Brighter the Sunshine by Aqualung
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 28, 2009 2:00:13 GMT -5
and this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge
and this is how it looks when I break apart when I finally hit the ground
and this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain - - - - - - - -
This wasn't a dream. No, it was real. Victoire was positive it was real. Night after night since he left oh how she dreamed of his return. Of course, in her dreams, it was in a much more glorious fashion. He came running to her open arms, and they kissed. Pft, he'd be lucky if she even touched him. Kissing him wasn't on her agenda - though the temptation was more than Victoire could bare. He owned her heart and she wanted so desperately to let him have it again, willingly. Vee knew they couldn't just pick up where they left off. Too much time had passed. For all she knew, he was a completely different Ted than from her memory of her dearest Teddy.
In order for her to distract herself long enough to act as normal as she could, Vic took several long sips of her Butterbeer. Really, what was so hard about acting like friends toward the kid you grew up with? It seems easy but, sadly there was much more to this little complicated love story. For as long as Victoire could remember, the only boy she ever really loved was Ted Lupin. No one compared to him in her eyes or heart. There was no one else she ever imagined herself with forever. Those hopes and dreams were dashed six years ago. Seeing him again, here, now - seemingly unattached sprang those hopes and dreams back into action. Victoire tried to push them away but, it was no use.
Victoire glared. The glare wasn't really meant for Ted, more toward her Uncle. Ted hadn't even been back for a week and Uncle Harry sent him after some fugitives. She was more jealous than anything. She hadn't seen the outside of the four walls in the department since she graduated from training. Granted, that wasn't too long ago. It definitely explained why she hadn't seen him. So, it boiled down to this. Harry sent Ted away to avoid the awkward first meeting to go down in the office or, well, something like that. Still, she could have used from preparation for such a chance meeting like right now. Victoire could have planned out everything she was going to say and do toward Ted. Now, she had to prevent herself from blurting out 'I love you'. Let me tell you, it was getting harder by the second.
"That is so unfair!" she complained out loud. "Uncle Harry knows I've been waiting for something like that for weeks now. I bug him about it every bloody day and you, who has only been here a few days gets to go." Victoire frowned, and crossed her arms with a 'humph!'. She sat there a short minute, making clicking noises with her teeth before snapping out of her little tantrum. There was something about her that hadn't changed.
Rather quickly, her painful feelings returned. There were a million questions Victoire wanted to fire at him like missiles. They all, of course, revolved around his suddenly leaving to do whatever it was. Six years ago, she had been to mad at him to care. Everyone in the family learned not to talk about Ted and his travels around her. It was an easy way to get rid of her if one wanted to though. Vic's lip quivered and she was quick to bit down on it. Crying right now wouldn't help. She had gotten past the random emotional break downs. It was juvenile to do that now. The pain was just so strong, as strong as the day he left her. If felt like someone stabbed her heart a thousand times over with a dull dagger, ripped it out, and then danced on it. Even with Ted's current presence, she still could feel it.
"So..." Victoire put on a fake smile, crossed her legs, and turned to face Ted. "You um....you look good Teddy," she winced after the name escaped her lips. How easy it was to slip back into old habits. That had to stop. "Except..." she tilted her head, "..that eye. What happened?" Concern washed over her face and voice noticing the discoloration of his skin. Instinctive reactions took over. In one sweeping moment, she leaned over, hugged him and just had to kiss his temple to "make it all better". Immediately after, Victoire did one of two things, froze and blushed the same color as her lipstick. Vic moved away, biting her lip and shaking her head. She couldn't do it. The 'old pals' exchange wasn't right. Vee couldn't carry it on. Especially now. Stupid brain and it's impulses.
Horror shone in her eyes due to her actions. Shaking her head ever so slightly, Victoire leaned forward on the bar. She rested her elbows upon it and shoved her face in her heads. It was getting harder to breath, the pain reared it's ugly head at her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she muttered apologize. Vic was well aware that she was over reacting but, she didn't know. The unknown bothered her. Her six years worth of questions were fighting to get asked. Her eyes searched over the bar. She needed a stiff drink right about now. By now, the bartender conveniently was giving them space to converse. Well, this was just great.
Victoire sighed, trying to compose herself the best she could. It wasn't much help. She couldn't bear to look at Ted again to see his reaction. Finally her frustration just burst to the surface. Forget what just happened, forget that they were in a public place. Victoire was going to give Ted what was coming to him - in a quieter, more polite way. Her blond locks fell from behind her ears and against her cheeks. "I thought...you and I were...and then you leave me," she started. Varying degrees of emotion were thick in her voice. It was a mix of pain, love, hate, regret, sadness, and probably a few others all rolled into one. Not to mention the pain in her chest. "Do you want to know what I did during my seventh year, while you went where ever the hell you went? Hm? I...moped. I barely left the common room, or my room for that matter. I didn't eat or....or sleep. I felt dead...and yet alive. And...the pain was just...a million times worse than any Unforgivable Curse could feel. I hated you and still loved you with every bit of myself that was left. No one could make it better...no one could fix me. I was broken. It was like trying to put back together a shattered stain glass window. An impossible puzzle." Well, there you have it. Some of it. There was more to come, Victoire didn't know if she could get it all out without feeling the need to give him a matching black eye.
She fought back the tears welling in her dimming eyes. No. She couldn't let them pass her eye lashes. Victoire had promised herself three years after the break-up that there would never be another tear shed for Theodore Remus Lupin, not by her pretty eyes. It was getting harder by the second to keep that promise to herself. Maybe she should punch him. It would at least make things a little bit better on her side. No, she didn't have the strength to hurt him in any way, as much as she wanted to. Now, if he gave her some heartless, mean response then...yes, it was deemed a necessary action. If he even still cared, he'd do something. If he didn't...maybe he'd just walk away. Then she would know, she would stop waiting for him.
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 28, 2009 9:26:32 GMT -5
Now I know I messed up bad
You were the best I ever had
I let you down in the worst way
It hurts me every single day
I'm dying to let you know
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry
And ask for a second chance
Cause when it all comes down to the end
I could sure use a friend - - - - - - - - - - He had dreamed of this meeting ever since he realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life. But in his dream, he apologized for everything, and then she ran into his arms and kissed him so passionately, every time he would wake up, and he would nearly cry himself to sleep the pain was that bad. The many times he nearly gave it all up and went home, he had to tell himself no. He was going to head home and confess everything to her, but he was too terrified, too terrified that she would have met someone else. She would of moved on.
He watched as she swallowed some of her butter beer slowly, closing his eyes after a moment wishing he still had the fire whiskey to drown out the pain. He couldn't count the times he had gotten drunk because of Victoire Weasley. The nights when girls would ask him to dance, or flirt, or something else, and he would decline, thinking of Victoire and then just get himself loaded. This was another reason why he didn't want to come back, he couldn't stand the thought of her seeing like this.
As she glared at him, he felt his heart immediately dropped. He died to know Occumenacy so he could know what she was thinking at the moment, but she revealed them to her. He chuckled and shook his head slightly, showing off the bruise on the other side of his face. "Vic, this was a undercover job. And who's better for a undercover job then a guy who can change his appearance at will?" he chuckled. "Besides, I don't think sending you in would be such a good idea, with you being so--" he stopped and looked at the bar. He wanted to finish his sentence so badly, to tell her that he would be afraid to send her into a field of fugitives when she was so beautiful, he knew they would take advantage of that. But if he said that, she'd probably get on his case about. He hoped there would be a time where he could say these things to her again.
He could tell instantly of the fake smile playing on her lips. If it was a real smile, it would reach a little higher then it was now, and it would be enough for him to flash his lopsided grin to her. But since it wasn't, a small frown played on his, before he braved up and put a fake smile on for her. When she asked about the bruise, he laughed once half-heatedly. "Well, yesterday, when I was with a few Fugitives--" he was stopped in mid sentence as she hugged him. Then, to his surprised, kissed his bruise. He felt the electric shock run on his face from her 'get better' kiss and that lopsided grin came back for a moment, but he immediately let it relaxed into a small smile. When she pulled back from her though, he could feel his eyes betraying him, showing her how happy she had done that. But as she apologized, a shudder went through him before a some smile hit his lips. "You have nothing to be sorry for." he said.
He cleared his throat again and tried to recall the tale again. "Well as I was saying, I was with a few fugitives, hiding in the alleyways. I thought that were looking for a wizard they were plotting against or something, but really they were just checking out girls, much to my disgust. I never said anything, so one of them turned to me and asked why I was so quite, did I not find any of those girls attractive. He then asked if I was gay and I told him I wasn't and he kept pestering him so I gave him a smack in the face. His bruise is probably bigger then mine, but his friends weren't pleased. I tried to Apparate but they got a swing at me. So there's the result. Lesson learned. But really, no girl has seemed that great since--" he stopped again, hoping to go she filled the blank in as her, and not some crazy girl that he met. He wanted to say her, just to clear it up, but knew he couldn't. Not right now.
He watched as she struggled with words, mixed emotions clear on his face. He knew he had hurt, but to see like this, he knew how much this had affected her as well. He felt like a complete ass, and he knew he was, but he couldn't help that small flicker of hope that she still felt the same. He sighed gently, squeezing his eyes closed as she recalled her seventh year. "Vic.." he said slowly, looking at her face and seeing the tears well. He slid a hand closer to her, wanting to at least hold her hand to comfort her, but he knew it couldn't do that. It was time to explain everything. "Victoire. I've been meaning to tell you this since they day I left."
He closed his eyes gently. "About six years ago, a month before you left for school, and I left for training, I received a letter from an undetectable source. They threatened my family, telling me anyone that I loved would die if I didn't listen to his orders. I didn't believe it of course, and just continued living. About a week later, my Gran died. I would of believed it was nearly causes that she died, but I found a note in her pocket saying this was the first death of many. Terrified, I showed them to Harry, and we tried to figure out who was sending me these letters. Since we were unable to, Harry suggested after training, I leave England for a bit, do some exploring, see if the letters continued. The next day, I did the hardest thing in my life... break up with you." he swallowed painfully. "I thought, maybe if we weren't close anymore, then you wouldn't be subjected to attacks. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would of worried. I can see now that worrying about you own well being would of been a lot better then these six years of pain. I am so sorry Victoire." he told her, the pain evident in his own eyes as well.
"The next couple of years were torture for me. In training, not only was it one of the hardest things I've ever done, but seeing everyone writing to their girlfriends or boyfriends on the outside killed me. How much I wanted to send you a letter, explaining all my actions, but I was afraid the killer would reappear. Once training was finished, I told everyone, as did Harry, that I was touring Europe, that I wanted to see the sights. Yes, I did do that, but it was mostly to see if they guy would track me. Nothing came up, but I was afraid to return, afraid to see if you moved on. It was last week, while I was in Italy, that made me kick myself and tell me to go home. I was in Rome by the Trevi Fountain in Rome, trying to make a wish. I couldn't think of anything, but then I swore I saw a light, mousy brown hair man and a blond women walked by. I knew then that I had to come home. They looked so happy together and I couldn't handle it anymore. I made my wish, not that I'm tell you, it wouldn't come true that way, and ran to the nearest alley to Apparate home." he said, a soft smiling on his lips and his inch his hand into hers. His thumb gently caressed her knuckles and he watched them before looking up into her soft blue eyes, his own grey eyes quivering. "Please believe me Victoire when I tell you I've loved you since I was thirteen years old, and not for a moment ever doubted my love for you." he said, his voice nearly a whisper. - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 1384
TAGS?: Victoire
LYRICS?: Best I Ever Had by State of Shock
COMMENTS?: holy mother. This took some time. By the way, I'm famous for cheesy lines like the last one, just so you know. I'd like to thank Penny for coming up with the whole evil wizard trying to kill Ted's family thing. I would of never thought of that myself. PS. Forgive Teddy? =) |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 29, 2009 0:27:42 GMT -5
Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?- - - - - - - -
Victoire couldn't help but be jealous of Ted. Sure, he had finished his training first but, he left. She was there all the while, working six times as hard as any other trainee that had ever walked in the doors of the Ministry - or fires, however they got there. Work was the only thing she could do to stop thinking about him. Even that hadn't worked. This wasn't about him completely. This was about her and work. Vic rolled her eyes. Yeah, so Ted had the advantage of being a Metamorphagus. There were ways she had learned to use to change her appearance. There were muggle things like hair dye and colored contacts that made it easy. No one could try to unveil her true appearance with a spell. "Being so what?" she asked, her lips betraying her want to keep them straight. They curved into a cross between a smirk and a smile. "You know, I went the same exact training as you did. I mean honestly, what's the worse they could do?" Vic sighed and crossed her arms to grumble, "I could've handled it just fine."
She cursed herself in her head over and over again. That was a rookie move Victoire. You can't just go around kissing him when you want to. Sure, it was just a little peck still, it qualifies as an idiotic thing to do. What if he was seeing someone? That would make it ten times more awkward. She had nothing to be sorry for? Ted, Ted, Ted, you were always clueless when it came to the workings of Victoire's mind. The entire few moments Ted filled in the story of his shiner, she only half listened. She kept trying to figure out why she did that. How can you easily fall back into such old habits? Things weren't the same anymore. Time had left her unsure of how to act around him. Being herself just never came to mind. Right now, she was still just a sad, heart broken young girl. Vic didn't want him to see that but, years of suppressing that were starting to surface. Stupid emotions.
Victoire glanced at Ted, noticing he had stopped talking. What was that last sentence, something about not a great girl since ..who? Did he mean her? Victoire hoped he did mean her but, she couldn't bare to bring that up. There was this long pause, a trailing off. Usually trailing off in mid sentence like that was never a good thing. Victoire wanted to believe he meant her but, stupid thoughts blocked that out. It made perfect sense that he trailed off. He was just being nice. So, out with it already. Who is it? Some hot, rich Italian? A nice French girl who could cook? (Victoire sure couldn't) Vic wanted to just burst out and ask him but, angry, bitter tears appeared instead.
She reached up, wiping her eyes. Great, now her make up would get all runny and she would just look like the sad ex-girlfriend who wasn't over the boy who had moved on. After letting it all out, after telling him how she felt that year, Victoire felt more pathetic than she did three minutes ago. Victoire sniffed. There was something he wanted to tell her? What could it be? She still didn't look at him but, he had her attention. Vic scrambled up her memory as he told his tale. She remembered when his grandmother had died. Ted had been so shaken up about it at the funeral. Victoire had just assumed it was because she had been his only living relative. She had stopped crying for the most part as her mind began turning. During her seventh year, Uncle Harry had sent her an awful lot of letters, asking her how she was and such things. subtle yet, now it all made sense.
Victoire felt like she should be mad at him. She was mad. The whole "breaking up to protect you" part sort of softened it but, she was still mad. It just added to her belief that no one thought she was capable of taking care of herself when things got rough. Didn't Ted know, she would've have been safe at Hogwarts. He didn't have to break up with her. Victoire had been safe there. At least, she would have been if he wouldn't have broken her heart. Every stupid corner of that bloody castle held a different memory of him. They were never anything big but, still it was a memory of him. It made her seventh year hell. Vic's mind jolted to the present, feeling a soft touch. It was like a shock that could jump start a car, not to mention quicken the pace of her heart beat. She turned her head to look at him, tears still glistening in her eyes.
"..I've loved since..." Just by those words alone he had her. Victoire's heart pleaded to just forgive him. He left to protect her because he loved her. She would have done the same thing. Only...she wouldn't have waited six years to tell him. Vic wanted to kiss him, who cared who was watching or where they were. At the same time, she still wanted to punch him. All it would have taken was a letter. He could have avoided seeing her pain just by writing a letter to her. It would have made this reunion a thousand times easier. Victoire remained silent for a few moments, her mind going back and forth between different emotions and reasonings for them. She stared down at their hands. Her eyes went sort of out of focus as she continued to argue with herself. Finally, she made a move and slid her hand away from Ted's.
"Aunt Ginny would always come over and share your letters with my mum. She always wanted to know about you, where you were, what you saw...mostly if you went to France. You never wrote to me. When you figured out that this...guy ended up as nothing you could just wrote to me right away and told me," she said quietly, refusing to even look at him now. A simple letter, note, anything from him would have shaved off at least some years of her pain. She had been equally afraid to find out if he had found someone so, whenever Ginny came over - Victoire found a reason to be out of the house. There had only really been one guy between then and now. He was a cat she had boughten on an impulse to not feel alone at her small flat in London by the Ministry. Ironically, he was a light brown cat with bright gray eyes, which she named Mouse.
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 29, 2009 7:41:01 GMT -5
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
- - - - - - - - - - Ted could see how mad she was about not getting any action in the field. He knew Harry was afraid her to put her in the field because of his stocker, afraid he would send her after him, the guy realize who she was to Ted and kill her too. There were so many worries with this job, that they could die just by one day in the field. It scared the hell out of Ted sometimes, but it's what he's always wanted to be, since he had found out his Mum was one. As she asked about his abrupt end of his sentence he felt his cheeks burn ever so slightly. "Beautiful and all." he muttered and cleared his throat.
"I know you can Victoire, you should be out in the field by now. I can ask Harry about the hold up for you if you want." he said. It wasn't that Victoire wasn't close to Harry at all, it was that Ted was his god son, and his substitute father when he needed him to be. Sure, he had James, Lily and Albus as well, but he was like a older brother to all the Potter children, and they always seemed to think the same. He wouldn't mention that because of this stocker they would let Victoire out in the field, but he didn't think Harry would go as far as to stop her for four years.
As she began to cry he felt his heart burst from his chest. She had spent such a rough year, she was all alone in the school by her self while he was alone at training. No one really became good friends at training, it was like a competition or something. Depending on how well you did would determine where they sent you. Ted got top of his class so of course he was sent to London. He was surprised her got a high score, he was depressed half the time. He supposed he must of put all the pain into his training and came out successful. but Vic must of done well as well, seeing she was still in London.
He wanted to reach out and wipe a tear from her eye, but he knew he shouldn't. She seemed already so torn from him that he shouldn't do anything about it. That's when he noticed the lone tear on her cheek. He swiftly took his hand and gently picked up the tear from her cheek. He immediately regretted it, muttering a sorry to her as he looked at his knuckles. He didn't want to be sorry for that. He felt as though he shouldn't be though, that it was too early for him to be forgiven.
Ted chuckled as Victoire mention the letters he sent to Ginny, about all the places he had been to. Of course Fleur would want to know if he went to France. He shook his head as she mentioned this. "I never actually went to France, I was hoping you know, I'd bring you to show me all the places." he told her honestly. He took note of how she wouldn't look at him and sighed gently, not angry at her, but himself. He should of sent a letter. "I was still afraid though Vic. Hell, I'm still afraid he'll find me. Didn't you notice in my letters I never really described what city I was in? I was afraid he was reading them. So I would only describe the big cities, because usually I went to the capitols the last day in the country, and then I would head for another one. Didn't you notice that as well? I never said where I was going next, in case he met me there. I never left my name anywhere, there was no way he could track me." he said sighing again, shaking his head.
"I should of wrote you. Heck, I even wrote you one. Back when I was in Ireland, beautiful place, remind me of you somehow. I still have the letter even, back at my flat. I carried it around for four years, wondering if I should of sent it to you. I obviously should of." he said, slightly hurt that she had pulled his hand away. He didn't move it off the bar though, just pulled it back slightly.
"Just so you know, I'm going to be spending the rest of my life trying to get you to forgive me. I wish I could take back those six years, but I can't do that without playing with time. Please Vic, please understand that I hurt, maybe not as much as you, but I did hurt. It hurts to be away from you, and to see you mad at me." he said, hoping she would look at him now. "And that's why, you don't have to... you know... love me anymore... if that's how you feel. But... I'm still going to try and get you to forgive me." he said, a small smile on his face now. The pain was evident in his face, but he wouldn't bring it up. He looked down again, avoiding her eyes now. - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 876
TAGS?: Victoire
LYRICS?: Leaving on a Jetplane by Chantal Kreviazuk
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 29, 2009 13:28:57 GMT -5
we're pulling apart and coming
together again and again
we're growing apart but we pull it together
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Victoire tried her very hardest not to beam at Ted's words. To cover it up, she took another drink of her Butterbeer, which was just about gone by now. If the reason she hadn't gotten to go, or do anything was because she was 'beautiful and all', she was going to just throw a fit about it. She hated that reason. Beautiful girls had a few tricks up their sleeves and could take care of themselves just fine in sticky situations. Really, it wasn't that difficult. Vic sighed. As much as she hated letting other people do things for her, this time she was giving in. Ted would have more power over Harry than she would. "Would you? I mean, he'd probably listen to you better than me,"
[/color] she said. "I swear, if he asks me to get him one more cup of coffee I won't have an Uncle Harry anymore," she joked half-heartedly. Vic winced as Ted questioned her about the things she should have noticed. She most likely would have, if she had been around to hear the letters read, or read them herself. It was too hard for her to listen to them. She found an excuse to lock herself in her room, or go somewhere far away from the cottage. Vic always worried about hearing him write about some great girl he met somewhere. Her heart would have never been repairable if that would have happened. To prevent it, she left any time her Aunt came over - with or without a letter, she never stayed long enough to find out. She sighed, it was something she would have to confess to him. "No, I didn't. I never stuck around to listen to them. I couldn't bear it. Every time Aunt Ginny came over, I found a excuse or reason not to be home, or at least in my room. I was always afraid that you would - " Victoire paused for a second. " - write about some girl. I knew I wouldn't want to or be able to hear that. Not with out loosing it anymore than I already had.[/color] It was only now that she wished she would have stayed. She wanted to hear about all he saw. Victoire wondered, if Ted would have sent her his letter to her, if she would have even read it back then. Who was she kidding? Of course she would have read it. It would have been torn open in a heart beat once she saw his handwriting. Any caution for it's contents would have been thrown out the window. She wouldn't have cared if it said he married someone. It would have been something from him to her. What it said wouldn't have mattered ultimately too much because it was meant for her, from him. Oh, bloody hell! Just forgive him and kiss him already! Victoire's heart was screaming at her now. His reasons for remaining distant were to protect her because he loved her. He cared enough to put himself through whatever tortures he felt being away from her like that. Six years of torture was a lot to make up for, and a lot to forgive. Something kept telling her she should forgive him, right now. Vic couldn't remain mad at him. She could never be mad at Ted for very long - at least, not with him sitting right next to her. Ted didn't have to spend the rest of his life begging for her forgiveness. She just gave it to him silently. Vic spun her head abruptly, sending waves of blond hair out. She was immediately read to correct him. They were reversed now. She was looking at him, while he was avoiding her. "How can think I don't love you anymore?"[/color] she questioned, but didn't wait for an answer before she explained. "I've loved you since...since...before I knew what love really was. No time or distance, even death will ever change that. It's the only reason why it hurts so much,"[/color] Her voice quieted to a whisper. "I'm not the same without you."[/color] Victoire's eyes were gleaming with tears again. She wanted to give her heart back to him. It was his for the taking, as it only belonged to him. [/size][/blockquote] words-> 712 tags-> ted lupin lyrics-> never say never - the fray outfit-> clickiecomments-> XD |
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 29, 2009 16:00:08 GMT -5
And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
For staying back and watching me shine
And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say
That I had the best day with you today
- - - - - - - - - - He chuckled as she talked about the demise of her uncle, his godfather, Harry Potter due to the fact he wouldn't let her on the field. He could tell however that she hated the fact that he would have to do something for her, not because of their history, but because she liked doing stuff for herself, but he knew and she did as well that at this moment Harry wouldn't have listened to Victoire, but if Ted said something he might let her. He was sure that Harry was still doing this for his benefit so maybe it would be easy to convince him to let Victoire have a real mission. No more lacky duty for her if he had his way.
As she spoke of how whenever his letters would get to her via Ginny she would find an excuse to go hide in her room he felt terrible. He could just imagine her in her room, one he had been to many a times, crying to herself silently, over him. Did he deserve after all that? No, but he would try his hardest to prove to her that he deserved her heart. But there was something off. She really thought that he'd find someone else? Then again, he assumed the same thing. He thought she would have found a new boy to love. But he, well, he could find no other. No girl seemed to attract him, or have the same effect that Victoire Weasley had on him, complete and utter devotion. Some guys laughed at men like him, but he enjoyed being hopelessly devoted.
"You do realize." he began softly, "That there was no other besides you?" he told her. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he felt the may get a smack for that one. He wanted to kiss her,. and that be his way to tell her everything would be alright, but he would get a smack as if to say nothing would ever be right again. He looked up into her face and watching her actions clearly, seeing if she was mad, sad, pissed, happy, but he couldn't read her emotions. She seemed to be in deep thought, struggling with herself over something or other. He was slightly nervous now. What if she told him she couldn't love him anymore? He would be heart broken, literally, if she found someone else. She owned his heart. Always had, always will. And as he shared his thoughts, she felt she needed to correct him.
His heart soared at the simplest I love you, and his head rose, a soft smile on his lips. He could see the tears in her eyes now. As she whispered, his hand reached out and cupped her face. He instantly wished they were in a more private place, and the bartender would stop sending them smiles. A single tear fell from her eye and his thumb quickly wiped it away. "Shh Vik.. no need for tears." he whispered gently, before sighing happily.
"I was letting you back if you needed to you silly girl. I could tell from the minute you said my name you still loved me." he laughed gently, his thumb now stroking he cheek bone gently. "I'm not the same without you either Victoire. I've been incomplete for six years now, and today is the first day I've felt whole in a very long time." he told her, the true lopsided grin on his face now, his own tears welling in his eyes. - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 598
TAGS?: Victoire
LYRICS?: The Best Day by The Best Day
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 29, 2009 23:02:49 GMT -5
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As Victoire thought about it more, the more she realized she was ready to just take him back. It was all she wanted was for Ted to return. For six years she dreamed of it. This reunion wasn't the same as she had dreamed but, nonetheless, they were in one place together. Both confessing their undying love for each other. All that mattered was that Ted was back, as much in love with her as she was with him. It would have been really stupid on Vic's part to turn him down. This had been all she ever wanted.
Victoire couldn't help but cry. It was the girl thing to do in this situation. Her tears were now of joy and love, not bitter resentment and anger. "I can't help it,"
[/b] Vic whispered back, gazing into the gray eyes she had missed so much. She missed how he looked at her. She missed how she felt when he touched her. Vic was putty in Ted's hands now. Whatever he wanted her to do or go, she'd do it in a heartbeat. She beamed at him, seeing that lopsided grin she loved. It was one of her favorite things about it. Victoire stared at him for a few quiet moments, making sure this was reality and not another dream. Her heartbeat that was once beating rapidly had slowed down back to normal. Everything seemed right now. She didn't feel off or not herself anymore. The old bright, bubbly, Victoire was back and here to stay. The part of her that was missing was back in her life. She hoped it would stay like that forever. "Can I read my letter?" she asked, breaking the silence. Victoire just wanted to get out of the pub. She wanted to kiss him but, she was very conscious of their audience and that made her a little shy. This was their moment. Something that should be kept just between them. Where else was there better to go to be alone than at Teddy's flat - or hers. Besides, Vic was interested in seeing what sort of home Ted was keeping alone. Actually, she just wanted to be completely alone with Ted for as much as time between now and when they both needed to go back to work. She wanted as much time with him as she could get. [/size][/blockquote] words-> 395 tags-> ted lupin lyrics-> outfit-> clickiecomments-> tis okay! mine's smaller. ^^ |
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 30, 2009 12:11:41 GMT -5
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
- - - - - - - - - - Ted could almost feel the tension disappearing with every waking moment. What he thought would be so hard to achieve came very easily, and he didn't have to go and kill some other bloke for her either, which made it ten times better. One being the fact that there was never any other guy, just him, and the fact that she still loved him. And like he told her, his heart felt full for the first time in six years, now that he was back and she was with him. For six years he dreamed of his home coming, and it seemed like it was turning out just like he had dreamed.
He chuckled gently as she cried, not because he was making fun of her, but by the fact that she would cry because of them. He never wanted a single tear to fall because of him, unless it was a happy tear like these. He was perfectly with the happy tear, but the sad ones he would not take. And Ted would take the rest of their lifetimes making it up for those shed while he was away. "I know love." he whispered back, wiping one tear away with his thumb of the hand that cupped he cheek, and leaned over to gently kissed the tear on the other cheek away for her. As his lips met her skin he could feel the tingly sensation he always got when their skin met and instantly shivered in delight. He sucked in his lower lip, tasting the saltiness of her tears, as his eyes locked onto her blue ones. He could always drown in their depth, and he'd happily do it for the rest of his life if he could.
As she asked to read his letter he could sense that she wanted to move the rest of their conversation into somewhere more private, not where there was so many prying eyes to see them. "Of course Vic." he told her. Literally, he was now putty in her hands. She say jump he'd ask how high sort of thing. And as soon as they were alone he would do what his mind was begging for him to do all night, and he could almost sense it in her body language as well.
He grabbed her hand and swiftly pulled her to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. Since she wanted to read his letter to her, he decided the best bet would be to head to his flat. He closed his eyes and concentrated and in a sec the two of them went swirling so they landed in front of his door.
"I am Theodore Lupin and I love Sugar Cookies." Ted said, feeling his cheeks burn a bit as the door opened. "It's how you get in here, you said your name and one of your favorite smells and it knows its you. And even if you knew my favorite smells, you need my voice exactly to get in, too bad for you." Ted joked as he pushed the door open and walked into his apartment. Ted's flat was nice little apartment, one bedroom, one bath, medium sized kitchen and living room. 'Perfect for those who plan to live on their own, and have a few friends along the way.' is was the supervisor told him. There were a few boxes scattered everywhere, since he was just finished moving in.
He moved to the closet and slowly opened the door, afraid something might fall out. He quickly grabbed to hangers and pulled off his coat and placed it on one hanger and offered his arm to take hers as well. "Go on, take a look if you want. I'll have to go find the letter. I believe it's in my room." Ted said, trying not to act like an eager teenager who just found out his parents would be gone for the evening. - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 661
TAGS?: Vic
LYRICS?: I Will Follow you into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie
COMMENTS?: Sorry if I power played a bit, but I'm sure Vic would have come to Ted's flat if he dragged her there x3
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Aug 30, 2009 14:00:00 GMT -5
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All her tense, mixed emotions had melted away into nothing. Her thoughts weren't so scattered anymore. Victoire could think straight, finally. She was prepared to just forget everything that happened all those years ago. All she wanted was to move on, with Ted, and never let go of him again. She didn't want to be withouth him again. Vic wasn't sure she'd survive losing him again. She barely made it through the first time.
Victoire smiled, eager to read this letter, and be alone with Ted. In her opinion, they wouldn't get there fast enough. The smily bartender was starting to creep her out. She made a mental note not to come to the Leaky for awhile. For a split second, Vic hesitated leaving. That was, only until she realized she was still wearing her coat so, it was safe to leave. She would have hated to leave anything behind. In the thirty seconds it took from them to move to the back of the pub, all Victoire could do was smile and stare at Ted. This had to be real and not a dream. Somehow, she was afraid at any moment she was going to wake up in her tiny flat, all alone, with just a cat.
She was so much engulfed with him, that Victoire hadn't noticed their Apparating to his flat. It took her a few seconds to figure out how they got there. She perked her head, as Ted used his "key" to get it. She giggled as she walked in with him. That was a neat sort of lock. She wished she would have had something like that to prevent Dominique from sneaking in her room back when she lived at home.
The second they walked in, Victoire's eyes traveled around. They jumped from one thing to the next. His flat was about the same size as hers, though her kitchen was much smaller. She never used it, afraid of setting her building on fire as a result of her cooking. Slowly, as she gazed around, she peeled of her coat, handing it to Ted with a smile. She nodded, and as he took off for his room, Victoire fought the urge to follow him. Instead, she wandered around the living room, glancing into the kitchen, and other rooms. Ted's place was like any other bachelor pad Victoire had seen, no surprise there. While she waited, she chose to sit down on his davenport, hoping he would find that letter soon. Vic contemplated the letter's possible contents, hoping whatever it said she wouldn't cry again.
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Post by Ted Lupin on Aug 30, 2009 14:24:49 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - Ted had half expected Victoire to follow him into the bedroom, but that was just another crazed fantasy he had. He shook his head as he scurried around his room, looking for the box that contained all his secret stuff, for only his eyes at the moment. He was grumbling to himself, thinking he had looked everywhere when he finally found the old shoe box in the back of his closet. He pulled it to his bed and opened the book, looking momentarily at all the trinkets he had collected over the years before finally finding the letter. "Found it!" he called out before looking around his room and realized the mess he made. He decided he would clean it later as he jogged back out to his living room.
He found Victoire sitting on his davenport and the lopsided grin returned to his lips. He walked over to her slowly and took her hand, leading her over to the couch where he motioned her to sit down. Once she did, he sat beside her, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch, for safety reasons (he was still testing the water with her). He slowly took the letter that had been folded four times neatly and unfolded it, handing it over to her. "I believe I wrote this after I sent the first letter home in my travels, after no one mentioned you. I was worried about you, you know." he told her before he watched her eyes trace over his lazy hand writing.
Victoire,
Okay, so I made a terrible mistake. And I don't know if I can fix it or not. Just make a promise to me now that you'll send a letter back to me no matter what the response.
Vic, there has been so many things I've wanted to tell you since I've left, so many opportunities I had to tell you how I feel. Vic, the truth is, I've been threaten, I've been threaten that all my loves ones will be killed if I stay too close to them. Why I have been targeted, I'm not quite sure, but I thought it was foolishness until Gran died. Gran's death was not by accident. I found a note when I found her, saying that this was the first of many deaths.
I broke up with you because I thought I was doing the right thing, because I didn't want you to get hurt from all this. I thought if I didn't make you so close to me, you wouldn't be a target. I wanted to tell you,k but I didn't want you to freak out and worry about me. Really, you should be worry about yourself, like I do every day I'm away. I've made some stupid mistakes in my life Vic, but that was by far the worst.
I want to do this to you face to face, but I don't think that will be happening. I mean, you've probably had a million and two boyfriends since I've gone, not that I blame you, you are one of the most beautiful girls, heck the most beautiful woman I have ever met, I would be surprised if you'd be fighting them off.
Victoire Weasley, I love you. With all my heart. You are the sun to my sky, the thing that always brightens my day, no matter what the situation. Without you here, I've felt as though a piece of me has disappeared. I know that it is my heart, because it will always be yours. I've made the biggest mistake in my life, giving you up. I have to stay on the run for now, just till this creep lets up and lets me live my life. Like I said, I would rather this be in person, but, will you find it in your heart to take me back?
I'll be waiting for your letter. Remember, no matter what the answer, I want it.
Love always,
Teddy.
"You know." he whispered gently to her, guessing she had finished reading it. "I'm still waiting for that answer." he said, meaning the whole fact that he had asked her out through a post like a wimp. But he couldn't return just then. Not with his stocker still at large, possibly. Why he was targeted, he'd never know, but he was it was over for now. And if he came back, he would just make sure Victoire was never left unprotected. Yes, he may sound like an over protective friend, but he had always been like that to Victoire, and any other members of his 'family' over the years. - - - - - - - - - - WORDS?: 800 on the dot. With the letter, without it only 356.
TAGS?: Vic
LYRICS?: None.
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