âYou beter be kidding right now or I swear Iâll deliver myself some pictures to Rita Skeeter of you naked in a bathtube. I changed your diapers since I can remember, so yes, I do put up with you a lot, baby brother.â Victoire nudged him a wide smile on her face, the same vanished with his last sentence about their sister. She shook her head, disbelief in her eyes, and maybe even a feeling of betrayal, âNon.â Her voice coming out in a high pitch tone, the blonde was too hurt right now to speak in english so she took a deep breath calming herself down, in reality it wasnât Louisâ fault, but the only other person she could talk about this was Teddy, he always understood her . âDo you really think I like to fight Dominique? Well I donât. I love her Louis, sheâs my sister, I love both of you guys more than I love someone else in this intire world⌠But Dom⌠Itâs not a competition Louis, it never have been, at least not for me. And it seems like sheâs always trying to find an excuse to fight me, and no matter what I try to do it always ends up with Dominique screaming at me.  I donât like it at all, if it was for me we would get along, but it doesnât depends only on me. It must come from her too. So, yes, I do miss my sister.  I wished she was here and not in France right now, I wanted to tell her Iâm upset because Teddy left, and how Iâm about to lose it all again, but I canât, because if I do sheâll say Iâm making a victim out of myself to get momâs attention when in fact I havenât answered momâs letters for months. Iâm not saying Iâm perfect or whatever and is all her fault, because maybe if I didnât push her too much to actually have a conversation with me then maybe things wouldnât be this way, and I take full responsability here, I never pretended to be saint, I donât know why people get this image of me, I donât know how Dominique thinks Iâm perfect, especially because she knows all the things Iâve done.â
âDo it. Thatâs the closest sheâll ever get to my nudes,â Louis winked. He was silent throughout Victoireâs little speech, and when she was done, he still remained quiet. âI know,â he said at length, quietly. âYou might not want to fight with her, but the things is, you donât really do anything to not fight with her, yâknow?â Louis sighed. âIâm not blaming you, totally. I just think, if you really felt that badly about this, youâd try harder to... fix it. Talk to her, understand her. Because as much as you like to think you completely get her reasons for being pissed at you -- that youâre perfect, or whatever -- thatâs not what it really is. Itâs more that everyone else seems to think that, and nobody pays attention to her because theyâre so busy kissing your arse, and she tries so hard for that attention. So donât blame this entire thing on her. Especially when sheâs not even here to defend herself.â











