teddy lupin.
“Not quite, V. I always like it when you get angry, it’s fun seeing the look on peoples faces when they realise you’re not the princess you look like.” Teddy leaned against the kitchen counter, remembering a thousand times that Vics temper had saved them from the shadows. She was scary, occasionally, but Teddy was secure in the knowledge that they were safe with her. “No, m’trying to stop. Reminds me too much of being a teenager, of what it was like before all this.”
& while Teddy didn’t smoke because of the reminder of days past before the world went to SHIT -- it was exactly why Vic did it. Victoire would’ve been in a p e r p e t u a l state of blinding anger if she didn’t let loose and smoke pot as much as she realistically could. It wouldn’t help the Order and it would get her killed, she knew it, but she wouldn’t continue to make Teddy sad. “Ahhhh, I see, well then, I’ll support you,” Vic got out her wand, aimed a cushioning charm on the ground outside of Teddy’s apartment ( away from their flowers though, of course ) and then threw her bong on top of it, wishing for the best. “The fact that ANYONE thinks I’m a princess is downright wonky, but you’re right, it is amusing. Sort of like when they thought my maman was a fairy princess. Next time tell me if something makes you sad, yeah?? Don’t want to be a dick. Silly silly Tedward, putting everyone else’s feelings first.”
