Fille Atomique

Victoire Weasley. 22. Former Gryffindor. Current Mentor. Je suis la fille atomique Attention les mecs: panique!

[justiceleague]

[dominique-weasley-x]

Tea for Two

Dominique & Victoire.

The date had been set for more than a week now, but Dominique was finally going to see her sister for the first time in what felt like months. She baked a cake the night before, strutted through the halls and was now stood ready and waiting by Victoire’s office door. Hesitant to knock, Dominique bit onto her bottom lip softly and thought about what she was going to say. The truth was, she hadn’t seen Vic In a long time, and it had just been her and Louis for a long time.

But that was in the past, at least Victoire was in the same building as her. Regaining her lost confidence, Dominique knocked twice on the door. “Only me,” she shouted through, a cheeky grin on her face. All nerves had gone - now she was excited to final get to see her big sister.

@unebellevictoire

[unebellevictoire]

Normally, she wouldn't be caught waiting. It wasn't in Victoire to seem interested, she had done her best to make sure that others felt the need to earn her time. So she never give the satisfaction of seeing her wait on them. She would busy herself, occupy herself with whatever mundane task she could find, make them wait for her to finish whatever she was doing, before starting any meeting – premeditated or not. But today was different. At least, this moment was different. It had been set for a week now, and yet it felt a century before the time had come around. Sitting anxiously at her desk, she couldn't even occupy herself with reports. Instead, she was tapping her fingers restlessly against her desktop, staring wide eyed at the carefully wrapped gift at the corner of her desk. Was it stupid of her? She hadn't spent any moment of the past summer (well, past few summers actually) with Dominique, and she felt so bad she had brought something from Paris. A dress, she thought would suit the younger Weasley, but did she really know that? She hadn't been much of a sister. She hadn't been around to really know what suited Dominique or not.

The wait was making a number on her nerves, Victoire slowing her breathing because she couldn't let her kid sister see her so anxious. She shouldn't even be – it's just her sister after all. The sister she couldn't help but admit to herself... She hadn't connected with in a while. This was long overdue, and Victoire was almost afraid of disappointing. The knock ripped through her thoughts, and Victoire jumped a little. “Yes, yes, come in,” she called out, nerves on end. Quitting the tapping of her nails on the desk, she stood as the door opened, quick to cross the room to the visitor now entering. Without much of a thought, Victoire enveloped the younger blonde in her arms, squeezing ever so gently and relishing in something she had not shared with her sister in a long while. A hug. Pulling back, she grinned, warmer than usual. “Well.. Hi,” she laughed breathlessly, “Come on in, take a seat. It's been a while... How have you been?”

[teddwardlupin]

That was it. Teddy really did mean to tuck tail and run, scurry away because Teddy, in his heart of hearts, was a coward afraid of someone who used to be one of his best friends. Why else would he have been so curt? Blanche was safe, back home where she belonged, and her owner had no reason to concern herself with the gauche professor lingering. Merlin he was a mess and being around her? Someone who he grew up with? It burned him with how awkward and clumsy he felt next to her, how ungainly he got like it was back in those early years - no. Teddy needed to escape and Teddy needed to do it now. He mustered another one of those grimaces, those dead smiles that were blink-and-you’ll-miss it, and that was it, but Grandma ‘Mia did not raise him to be rude. Her voice stalled him. “Oh, no she’s alright. I don’t mind, I had to speak with Neville anyways. There’s an overgrowth of snakeroot that need eating and -” He cut himself off, nevermind the awkward and abrupt ending because the tips of his ears began to burn. She doesn’t want to hear about stupid plants, nimrod. Teddy chuckled to cover and buried one of his hands in the back of his hair, just above the nape of his neck. “Right, sorry. I just had business to take care of so it wasn’t out of my way is all I meant to say.”

Right, yes abscond and share your mistakes with Eep, Edward. Teddy huffed and shook his head at himself. “Right, sorry for disturbing you. I’ll just be….” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder, barely finished speaking before he was slowly edging backwards from the room. “Oh, hm? I’m settling just fine.” He paused, because wasn’t he meant to return the favor? But she was so…stiff. Teddy barely managed to keep himself from cringing to hear her false tone because that was the overtly polite voice he was used to hearing from across the Great Hall. He had stopped and looked at her. Really looked at her, because he never did. Not anymore. He typically turned and fled the moment he got glimpse of her shade of blonde. “Are you? Everything…are you alright? This year started off a little…festively.”

[unebellevictoire]

Somehow, and thank Merlin for it, she was able to keep eye contact. Which was weird, because she hadn't really looked at the guy, not for a few years now. How long had it been? Four? Was that seriously how long it had been since she ended their fling, and consequently their friendship? If she had felt remorse – which she honestly couldn't say if she did or didn't because somehow she lost all ability to feel or comprehend her feelings when faced with this – then it would have been solely for the fact that they went from friends to barely strangers. Because that's what they were – no matter that he was practically family by her kin's standards, she had no idea what was going on in his life now. Somehow, she didn't think she had a right to. Yet, and possibly just for curiosity's sake, she found herself intently listening, nodding appropriately and furrowing her brow when he paused randomly. Well what about that snakeroot, she wanted to say. She didn't, opting to moisten her lips to occupy her mouth with anything but speaking. “Well, still. It's appreciated.” And she would leave it at that, because despite his words and the convenience of the situation – she knew it wasn't as simple as he'd made it seem. At least, if she were in his shoes it wouldn't have been. Things were too uncomfortable for that.

“Glad to hear,” she said, and she could no longer tell if she was feign or if it was sincere. The sentimental part of her wanted to believe the latter, but the obnoxious self-cenered part of her refused the idea. Because she was supposed to not care, and for all she and anyone knew – she didn't. Not anymore. When the tables were turned on her, Victoire looked down towards her desk. It was already littered in paperwork, a testament to how things had gone so far. “Yes, quite,” she actually laughed, a light and airy sound accompanying her voice. “Peeves has a funny way of welcoming everyone home.” She would have told him all about how the poltergeist’s little tricks sent many to her office since the feast, but she wasn’t going to babble. It was never in her character to, and she knew he didn’t desire to know anyway. Save for Ana, that’s what she’d do. “It’s been interesting.” She spoke so dully, and left it there.

[teamgriffing-blog]

Griff eyed the paper and quill as if personally affronted. It was like those fucking things insulted and killed his mother in front of the kid eyes, only to dance and pour salt around the body for use in some weird ritual or another. But not really because if anything ever managed to slay the dragon of his drunk momma, he would pay for front row. “What the fuck are you doing.” Was she going to take goddamned notes? Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Christ on a saltine cracker, he wanted to be crucified. He slumped further into the chair with a high whine that nearly drowned out her pointed request. “No, dude, keep this off the books please. Seriously. This is a favor, not ‘take notes on the weird shit this kiddo sees’ because I ain’t into checking for any lotto numbers.” He somehow managed to make his further slump even more aggressive, barely holding his shoulders up against the backing of the chair. Griff’s ass was completely off the chair and the only thing keeping him suspended really were his legs, high as they were on the desk. He crossed his ankles like the proper little southern lady oughta.

He snorted when the shoes flew across the room, which by the way, he still hated with a fiery passion and would one day take the pleasure of boiling them or something. Give them to Kai to use in whatever kinky shenanigans he got up to with fucking Richards, he didn’t know. “Seriously,” he looked down at the underside of the desk with a frown. “Bad luck those bastards are. Get them out of your fu-” he cut himself off to hem and haw for a second before continuing about heeding her request. “Fucknugget life. I’ll stop, if you throw them from the window. Final offer.”

Right, not venturing down that rabbit hole. He already threw a wrench into the works by getting involved so he just shook his head at her question. He grimaced and avoided looking at her. He was fucking useless and - Griff flashed just a moment’s worth of apology at her, a small thing that struggled to reach his eyes and died in the wake of his blathering.

“Aww, ma, are you worried about me?” He laughed, grinning with all of his dimples and teeth. Weasley could be annoying but so could he so he genuinely didn’t bare her any ill, just…she was annoying. A pain in his ass when she tried showing that she was capable of doing her job. He was so proud of her. He kept grinning, and from the shit-eating expression, it was clear he wasn’t going to tell. The split lip had other ideas. “I do but Jay sprayed her perfume all over it and you know how delicate my head is. Isn’t it part of, I dunno, your job to take care of morons? I happen to be a moron. And I need a nap. So.”

[unebellevictoire]

“Don't worry, Mr. Riley,” she started in the same monotone voice she tended to use when being “an adult”. She kept her eyes on her papers instead of looking directly at him, even as she addressed him. “This is another student's file. I've stopped trying to record our little conversations for a while now.” Which was only partially true. She was ready to take notes, but hastily carried onto a half finished report regarding a fourth year and (shocker) another complaint about the Ancient Runes Professor. Somehow that seemed more enjoyable than focusing on whatever problems Griff could present her with. It only furthered her frustration as he crossed his feet over her desk. The casual air to his actions spurned Victoire on. Not every charge respected her authority, but they generally kept that going on behind her back – not right on her desk, her personal space. She leveled a glare at him, but made no moves to stop him. She'd learned to let him be, and there was plenty of space on the desk for her work and his feet, she supposed. At his words regarding her footwear, a frown tugged at her red lips. Victoire stared down at the shoes in question, already shaking her head at his request for her to throw them out the window. “Have you any idea how expensive these shoes are?” Was she really asking that? “They're from a boutique in Milan. One of a kind, an envy of anyone with even the most primitive fashion tastes.” She grit her teeth, suppressing a huff. “Why am I even having this conversation with a child?”

But then there was a look in his face, and Victoire could only frown at it. Without another thought, the woman took off the shoes, shoving them into the corner of a rather large drawer which held a lock. Regrettably, she locked them away before summoning a pair of more sensible heels from their hiding spot beside a filing cabinet behind her. Slipping her feet into them, she didn't address the matter anymore. She wasn't going to destroy the things, but she supposed she would stay away from them for a while because you just don't chance it when a kid like him says something.

“Only out of obligation,” she rolled her eyes. Dammit, you need to stop doing that in front of the children. Despite herself, she knew she wouldn't get answers to that question. At least, not from him, but if it were another Gryffindor in the tiff... She'd learn soon enough from outside source. Dipping her quill into ink and moving onto the next report, she paused only to look up at him with narrowed eyes. “Then go nap in the common room,” she said sharply, because she was sure to lose her patience soon. “My job is to offer you guidance when you're unsure about things and to be an ear to listen to your problems. Nowhere in the description does it say, 'allow kids to nap in your office'. In fact – I'm welcome to tell you to get out of my office as I please. So, unless you have something you need to discuss, well...” She motioned beyond him. “You know the way out.”

[lifeinpoetry]

[Her] beauty is a trap. A trap, a trap, a trap. Lots of people (men, mostly) find her madness quite charming because she is so beautiful.

Amber Sparks, from “the world after this one,” May We Shed These Human Bodies (via lifeinpoetry)

[oneinchbarrier]

[ben-brnes]

Wanderlust, The Weeknd.

[bonniebenntt-deactivated2020090]

[teddwardlupin]

He was still gingerly working away at his task to untangle her claws delicately from the fibers of his shirt, so Teddy wasn’t even thinking when he looked up to flash a grin at Victoire at her thanks. He hastily looked away, realising his mistake as if doused in the iced waters of the Lake in the middle of January. He retreated the moment her claws were safe, putting a distance desperately needed between the pair. It was the chair. The chair was what Teddy hid behind because he was an adult. Oh merciful Merlin. He flashed a more impersonal smile, the vacant expression of just some colleague acknowledging another. He could do this. “You’re welcome.” No, he couldn’t. Teddy always failed at trying to mimic that icy civility, instead always sounding too genuine. Heart on the blasted cuff in place of any sort of cufflinks. He averted his eyes, looking down and to the right of her rather than directly while fidgeting awkwardly with his sleeve. He only looked up when addressed again, brought out of his head of wondering when he could leave without it seeming like he was running away from something. Because of course he was not. “Don’t worry about that, you know how Aurora and her get on so she was just fine. I just didn’t - ” want you to worry “ - want to risk her getting into anything else.” Again, that impersonal smile was back and it was hard but that he was good at. “Anyways.”

[unebellevictoire]

Victoire shifted awkwardly on her foot. Everything she did was just awkward, and she hated it because the only person who could bring that out of her was him. And it shouldn't be that way, right? You shouldn't be awkward with someone you knew all your life, no matter how your relationship had changed over the years. Carefully scooping Blanche into her arms, the mentor tried her hardest to remain as indifferent as she always was. But it was hard. Godric was it tough, especially when she saw the flash of a grin and heard what sounded far too genuine a response than anything she'd given him over the past few years since they ended their little thing. Well, since she ended it – details, details. It wasn't fair, and she knew it, to be so cruel, but then again... Lifting her chin, she listened to him, this time somehow managing to look him in the face, though that was only for a few seconds before, again, it was too awkward to hold his glance for very long. At least that smile seemed a little dead. She smiled slightly. “Yeah, they do seem to like each other hm?” she replied quietly, burying her face into the curious cat's head. Remind me to reprimand you for that later, she thought, and for a moment she thought Blanche could actually read her mind with how she cocked her head to the side. At his next words – er, word – Victoire lifted her head and cleared her throat. “Yes, well, thank you again,” she relied stiffly and quickly. “I'll try to keep a better eye on her so she doesn't interrupt your evening again.”

Her jaw clenched, and she set Blanche back down. Am I supposed to ask him how his day was? The thought had dawned on her on what should have been a good time for them to escape each other and yet... “How have you been settling?” Oh Merlin, is that how I usually sound? She cringed at her own voice, because surely that was not how Victoire Weasley sounded when she was genuinely asking a question. He would be able to tell, he would be able to tell she was being a fake, and no one was supposed to be able to tell that. But Grandma Molly would be so disappointed if she didn't even try to have a normal conversation, right? Or you could have just let him leave and have a decent evening, you twat.

[teamgriffing-blog]

“Calm down, get your panties out of their twist.” Griff really could not give a damn if Mentor Weasley was upset. At least, not right now. Nah, bigger fish than what was in her pant suit or whatever the shit. “Just - pack those fucking heels away, they’re vile,” he pointed unerringly the at exact corner at the haphazard heels that were becoming a reoccurring thing of his nightmare. He was starting to see those fucking things every time he blinked, he studied them so hard trying to figure out who they belonged to only for it to be fucking Weasley. “And stay the fuck away from the seventh floors staircase for like, a week, kay? Kay. Awesome. Yay, go team.”

“Great like, mentoring by the way. I feel so much safer with you around.” The lack of sleep just was curdling his fucking noggin so he plopped down in one of her chairs, throwing his feet up on the empty side of the desk next to her infinite things. He flapped a hand. “Go back to whatever the hell you’re reading, I’mma just nap.”

[unebellevictoire]

And just when Victoire was sure that this evening could not get any worse.

Sighing, the mentor sunk further into her seat – a most unladylike action but who could blame her? Mentoring was tough work. Mentoring over Gryffindor was even tougher work. Mentoring Griffin Riley? Ha. Good luck. Those were the exact words she wished she'd gotten. They may not have been very useful, but the sentiment alone was enough. Griffin Riley was perhaps the most difficult student to have ever crossed the threshold into her office. She couldn't imagine anything tougher – and she had a goddamned vampire to deal with this year. Victoire resisted all urges to roll her eyes at him, because that wasn't the way a responsible adult would respond to anything. Instead, she sat upright and summoned a quill and a stack of reports to herself, busying herself with paperwork as she prepared for what was sure to be another one of their memorable student-mentor meetings. “Can you be less vulgar?” she grunted, following his path to her shoes which lay in the corner. She frowned, waving a hand to summon them beneath her desk where she slipped her feet back into them. She hated it when people caught her less graceful than usual. At his next comment, her brows rose and her frowned just deepened. Normally she'd roll her eyes and ignore it, but she knew enough about this one now to know to actually heed his warnings. “Why?” she asked, heavily concerned for herself (of course), “What would happen if I didn't?”

Okay, this time she couldn't hold back the eye roll. “It's the third day of term,” she said, rather defensively, “How much danger could you possibly get yourself into to warrant such a comment?” She paused a moment before saying, “Please don't tell me you're here because you got into a fight already. I have barely settled in, I don't need the migraine yet.” And yet she was already pouring herself another glassful of wine, because surely this was going to go in that direction. Watching him casually flop himself into the chair and rest his feet up on her desk, the mentor quickly pulled the wine away before he kicked it to the ground and swatted at his feet. “Mind your manners, Mr. Riley,” she said flatly. “Don't you have a dorm for your naps? Unless you actually need mentoring, you have no reason to be in here.”

[teddwardlupin]

Damn, damn, double damn. Teddy had to steel himself with a breath. “I’m only here to drop someone off.” Out of all the animals in the castle, there was one he would genuinely say he dreaded and it was the pretty white bundle in the cradle of his arms. He had hoped this would be a painless task - deposit the wayward feline into her mistress’ office, perhaps conjur a bowl of water to tide her over, and be done with it. He hadn’t, of course, anticipated said mistress. But wasn’t that his downfall as always? Braced now from the less than warm welcome, Teddy bucked up and crossed the room to settle the cat down on one of the chairs in front of her desk. He spent longer than he would have liked, gingerly disengaging her claws from the chest of his shirt. “I hadn’t meant to intrude.”

[unebellevictoire]

The voice was what caught her. Stiffening in her seat, Victoire glued her gaze to a random spot on the desk before her, her fingers crumpling the magazine she'd tried to occupy herself with. Of all the people in this blasted school, it just had to be you. Her jaw clenched so hard, she felt like her teeth would crack under the force alone. She couldn't even be happy to see Blanche – who had, like always, wandered off to Godric-knew-where before Victoire was off to her office that very morning. It was always a joy when her petite chou chou came back, but seeing the deliverer was enough to cause a level of distress. Why couldn't she carry on her life peacefully without these awkward run ins, dammit? Lifting her gaze just to see him place a less than enthused Blanche onto a seat, she nodded briskly. “Yes, thank you. It's fine,” she blurted out stiffly, “Thank you for bringing Blanche back.” Swiping her tongue over her lips, she slowly rose from her spot to circle the desk and take a hold of her cat before she tried to hop back into Professor Lupin's arms. Traitor, she mouthed at the cat when she came close enough and the Devon Rex’s bright eyes were on her. “I'm sorry if she bothered you,” left her in an awkwardly civilized tone, keeping her eyes anywhere but on him.

[unebellevictoire]

“I'm terribly busy,” instantly came out at the sound of her office door opening. There was an edge of irritation to Victoire's voice, but it was only because she had managed to get long enough silence to pour herself a glass of elderflower wine and to pull out the latest Witch Weekly for some much needed down time. It may have been early into term, but that didn't stop some students from wandering into her office for some early guidance, which she was obligated to give. Heels lost somewhere at the corner of the room from when she kicked them off and legs comfortably laying over her desk, the witch flipped aimlessly to the next page of the magazine, taking a slow sip of the drink. The shadow landing over her desk only alerted her that, unfortunately, they did not give up at her first words. Sighing, she set the magazine aside and placed her feet back on the ground. “What can I help you with?” she asked with raised brows, though the tone was dead and completely uninterested.

[dailyamberheard]

[absitomxn-deactivated20170809]

Bracing himself for the lecture that was sure to come after he admitted at least some of his latest hiccups, Albus took a deep breath as he started the tale of how his face became what he felt was the number one most wanted punching bag in Hogwarts. “Okay, okay. Well hm, it started with er, well the first one was my fault, and I don’t really regret it. I doubt you’ll let me skip it though?” Raised brows, hopeful gaze, but no such luck. “I maybe went after Bellamy, because of… things with James. That stupid kissing booth and all. But I didn’t even curse him, just hit him some, so he can count himself lucky.”

[unebellevictoire]

Victoire listened carefully to her cousin, curiosity taking her expression when he admitted the first on his list was particularly his fault. Shaking her head in affirmation that she would not let him skip it, she waited for him to continue. Soon enough he revealed he had gone after the Head Boy, Nicaisse Bellamy, due in part to his brother. While her slight frown no doubt gave away the impression of disappointment, she couldn’t fault him entirely. Weasley-Potters were notoriously hot headed at times and she’d have done the same for Dominique or Louis, but the responsible adult in her knew she ought to chastise him. At the very least, a duel wasn’t involved, not the likes of that which Hugo recently faced, which meant there was the chance of less damage. “While I don’t condone it, I understand the need to look after one’s family,” she started in a softer tone than was characteristic of her, “But there are healthier ways to go about it, Al. I won’t defend Mr. Bellamy because I’m sure there was a legitimate reason to provoke you but I wish you’d handled it differently. Have you apologized? Has he shown any aggression or hostility towards you ever since?”

[absitomxn-deactivated20170809]

He scowled, gingerly bringing a hand to his nose, the pain of it being broken by James not so long ago still a sharp memory. “Er, yeah, that sounds pretty legitimate actually.” Sigh. There was absolutely no use trying to keep it all from Victoire, she would find out eventually and scold him for not talking about it sooner. “Do you have time? It’s a pretty long list.”

[unebellevictoire]

Her brows furrowed at his response to her joke, but before Victoire could think to ask, there was a sigh followed by a question. She nodded. “Of course I have time, Al. Why don’t you start from the top of the list and we’ll go from there?” She wasn’t sure what the list could possibly entail but sadly Victoire wasn’t always so present in the cousins’ lives to know of everything that could be bothering them. 

[unebellevictoire]

i'll need to sleep first before any heart-to-hearts, but i'll come cry on you later. i don't hate them, not even a little bit. maybe i kinda sorta reacted just a teensy bit irrational, but how would you react when told that someone doesn't like you because of who you're seeing?

gdijay said: your cousins need to stop being jerks that’s what needs to change. 

I know, they have some issues that need to be dealt with as well and, believe me love, I’m going to talk to them about it. But in this situation, everyone had a hand in it and everyone needs to think about their actions. Even you, Jay. And we’ll talk about it when you feel ready to.

Sleep could do you some good. At least let you sleep off the frustration and anger and then you can come at this with a clear head tomorrow. I suppose I can’t say how I would react - I’ve never been in that situation myself. But I understand that it hurts to care deeply about someone and have everyone else feel opposite. It’s not fair, I know. And believe me, they’re going to get a stern talking to about it. Owl me when you’re ready to talk more. I’ll be waiting. 

[absitomxn-deactivated20170809]

“I’m tired of fighting. Which is supposed to be a good thing, but how is it going to help if people decide to fight me without me prompting them in any way? Is there something about my face that screams ‘needs to get socked’?”

[unebellevictoire]

“I gather it’s your nose, something about it says ‘break me’,” she joked. “Are you going to let me in on who wants to ‘fight you’ or why in Merlin’s name anyone would want to fight you, or am I supposed to guess what’s brought this on?”