[throw CAUTION to the wind] teddy.

[Victoire Weasley]

if i die & go to hell real soon,
it will appear to me as this room.

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Victoire had been moping around all day, not doing anything productive. Her and Teddy had gotten into a fight the night before, a common occurrence these days. After finishing up some paperwork and cleaning her house, Victoire had gotten ready and headed to Hogsmeade. She hadn't dressed up at all, and she felt almost frumpy. Wearing blue jeans, a black fitted tee, and a red button down sweater, Victoire paired that with tiny silver hoops, red ballet flats, and a small silver necklace with an anchor pendant on the end of it. She hadn't bothered with makeup, and her hair was pulled back in a black headband. Glancing at her reflection in the shop windows, Victoire thought she looked very, very tired.

Walking past Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Victoire backtracked and stopped in to see Uncle George. The shop was busy, as always, but he passed the work off to his associates and made time for his niece. Sitting in the comfy arm chairs in his office, she spilled her heart to him, and had a good cry. George just listened, comforting her as needed, and then gave his advice at the end. He tried to be impartial, as Teddy was basically a nephew without so many words to him, too. Unfortunately, Victoire and her emotions got the best of him, and Uncle George assured her that if she wanted, he would 'handle' the young man. Feeling much better after their talk, Victoire wiped her tears, dried her eyes, and headed to the Three Broomsticks, where her and Teddy had already made plans to meet.

Tugging at the bottom of her sweater, Victoire walked into the pub, sort of hoping she arrived before Ted. Lucky for her, she did. After securing a semi-private table in the corner, a young server came and took her drink order. Victoire didn't think it would be good to have alcohol in her system, fearing it might make her even more defensive and angry, so she settled on a nice soda water. She hadn't really consumed anything all day, even though it was nearing dinner time, so Victoire was happily awaiting the server's return so she could order food. Sighing, she looked around the place, surprised it was as quiet as it was. She supposed that people were still at home, getting ready for their evenings on the town.

Her drink arrived, and Victoire took a long sip before responding to the waiter's question of whether or not she wanted to wait for her friend before ordering. "Nah," Victoire said, a hint of annoyance to her voice. "I'll have the soup of the day, whatever that is. And breadsticks! Those are love." Winking at the server, she found herself lost in thought as he headed back to the kitchens. She wondered what kind of evening she was in for, what kind of mood Teddy would be in. She knew she should call him Ted, as it annoyed him to no end when she called him Teddy, but it was unavoidable. To Victoire, he'd always be little Teddy Lupin, the boy she'd grown up with, the boy she'd fallen in love with. Closing her eyes, she ignored all the sounds around her, content to just be.

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[Ted Lupin]

Finished up with everything at the Ministry of Magic, Ted departed from his office and made his way toward the Atrium. With each step his mind dwelled upon his fiancé, Victoire Weasley, and the fight they'd constantly been having. What was it about arranging their wedding that caused her so much stress? Lost in thought, he turned down a hallway and bumped into a fellow ministry employee. They nodded to greet each other and both headed their separate ways. Ted's mind was filled with all the nasty things they'd said to each other, regretting a lot of the things he'd said to her. He wished he could take it all back. "If only I had a time-turner," he muttered to himself, as he reached the lifts that would take him to the atrium. "That would set it straight, eh, Ernie." He said to an elderly man who stood in the lift, his face was hidden by that morning’s Daily Prophet. The man popped his head up over the paper, nodded, pushed his half-mooned spectacles up the brim of his nose and went back to reading the front page.

It didn't take Ted long to arrive in the Atrium, where he was greeted with the wand checkers. This process was a tedious one, he had to state his department, wand specifications, name and birth date. This was why he usually arrived home late. Once everything was said and done, he strode across the polished oak wood floor and with a soft, 'crack', he vanished. The room seemed to spin around him in a blur of colored fireplaces. He could feel himself spin upwards and felt his ears pop. Finally, the spinning stopped and he was hurled out into a new environment. He found himself no longer in the atrium but in the crowded main street of Hogsmeade. He knew exactly where he was off to. He swiftly darted down the busy street, unnoticed by many, toward the sweet shop known as Honeyduke's. This would be his backup plan. If he couldn't make up with her through words, he'd do it through delicious chocolates and sweets. After over four years of dating, he knew precisely what she liked.

Just in case he was wrong, Ted loaded up on a verity of sweets that ranged from Acid Pops to Toothflossing Stringmints. Pockets full of the sweets, he headed off toward their meeting place. Ted had grown fond the Three Broomsticks, since their first date there nearly four years ago. It was during his sixth year at Hogwarts, where he'd gotten the courage to ask her on a date during a day down here, in Hogsmeade. He tried to smile at the thought, but couldn't help but think about the things he'd said to her the night before. How could she not be thinking about leaving him after that? His footsteps slowed as he drew closer to the Three Broomsticks. His heart pounded as he stalled in front of it, fearing what Victoire was going to tell him. What if this was it? What if it was the last straw? He could not imagine a life without her in it. She'd been there through his tough times and the many anniversaries of his parent’s death, even if it did put a damper on her birthday party.

Nervous about what awaited him inside, Ted strode forth and entered the pub. It was all the same from the last time he'd been there, except for there were no Christmas decorations up this time. He looked around at the tables, searching for Victoire. Even though the place was packed with wizards and witches, only one stood out to him, Victoire. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She sat in the back corner of the bar, sipping on what appeared to be a green fizzy drink. He moved around a table of gossiping goblins and headed toward her, pulling out his wand in the process. He flicked it and the chair opposite her scooted backward at his arrival. "Fancy meeting you here," he sounded a bit chipper. "How are you, babe?" He leaned down for a kissed her before sitting down. "Hot chocolate, please, and do remember to add those marshmallows this time." He said, raising his hand to catch a server’s attention.

This was followed by a short awkwardness. It felt like he had just sat down, uninvited. Wanting to be the first to get it off his chest he burst out with it. "Listen, I feel terrible about the things I said yesterday." He laid his hands face down in the middle of the table for her to take. "I should have not called you that. You know I get awfully jealous when other men come on to you." He ran his fingertips over the course table surface. "I guess it is the small percentage of Veela in you." He removed one hand from the middle of the table, shoved it into his pocket and extracted a handful of sweets, which he placed on the table. "It is like the small percentage of werewolf I am." He hoped this would make her feel better. "I got your favorites." Ted watched a server out of the corner of his eye approach with his hot chocolate, a trail of smoke trailing over their shoulder. Clunk, the server set it down in front of him. "Thank you." Ted muttered, looking down at it to make sure there was marshmallows in it, there were.