VICTOIRE //

and we will reign victorious

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oflupinx​:

EDINBURGH QUIDDITCH STADIUM 30 October 2020 starter for @veelavictoire-weasley​

     Lupin was surprised how fast the girls fixed their outfits this time. Usually when he had to go somewhere with both Victoire and Dominique, he had to wait way more than ten minutes before they even got outside the front of the house. Still, Teddy greeted the girls upon picking them up with his usual goofish smile and two roses in hand as tradition called. It was just something he did. Red for Dom and white for Vic. What can you say, he was a chivalrous one.

     When they apparated at the Stadium’s grounds, his nose filled up with the terrible stench of whiskey and bad breath as people cheered around and gave flight to multicolored smoke spells that formed the crests of tonight’s teams. Every Quidditch gathering ever felt like a big family coming together for a feast. Teddy didn’t particulary hate those kind of events - they were loud, filled with people doing stupid things over sports and he could get away with drinking a few butterbears without worrying what his Seniors at St. Mungo’s would say. After all, everyone was at this friendly show off (as friendly as a Quidditch match could be). 

     When Dominique ran off to do something, Teddy placed his arm around Victoire, a smile rising upon his lips. They hadn’t seen each other for two days since both were preoccupied with adult stuff that, quite frankly, he hated. He was also kind of wary around these Quidditch games, now that he was a healer. As reckless Lupin was, he now had the actual ability to help someone in need, should somebody fall off a tribune or get demolished by an angry mob of fans. However, Teddy and Victoire had some time to themselves now, careers could wait.

     Teddy stopped and turned on his heels, kissing her on the lips while his hand gently carressed her tender cheek. When he pulled back, he looked her in the eyes. Oh, he would never get tired of those eyes of hers. “How’s my favorite person doin’ today? Well, the past couple of days, really.” Teddy’s voice fluttered. “I’m sorry we couldn’t see each other. My shifts were totally upside down because I had to cover for this guy, Maxwell. It’s funny, because he broke a leg and needed someone to heal him, so while I was covering his shift, I also had to take care of him in the hospital,” he sighed. “It’s so frustrating. But anyway-“, he turned around to scan the perimeter. 

     “I see someone selling drinks over there, wanna go?” he inquired, warm tones in his eyes.

Victoire was eager to get to the Quidditch match, so it didn’t take her long to put her hair up into a high ponytail and throw on a jersey with her aunt’s name scrawled on the back. Bounding from her room into the living room, she waited for Dom to be ready, itching for Teddy to hurry up and get here already. She was excited to be going to the opening match with all of her family -- even though the Weasleys were ensured great tickets all season long, there was something about the opening match after a few months of the season being over that was just electrifying.

When Teddy finally arrived, two roses in hand, Victoire and Dominique rushed him out the door, arriving to the stadium quickly. Promising that she would meet them at their seats, Dom ran off to greet some of her Hogwarts friends, and Victoire turned to Teddy, glad for the opportunity to be alone with him at least for a moment. Once they went up to the box with the rest of her family they would lose that opportunity, so she wanted to enjoy it now while she could.

Humming happily, she returned his kiss, leaning up on her toes to do so. Settling back down onto her feet, Victoire smiled up at Teddy. It was a relief to be with him -- not seeing each other for a week wasn’t the end of the world, but it was certainly not all that fun. “Oh, I’m doing just dandy,” she said with a bright smile. “It’s honestly nice to not be on press duty today.” Laughing, Victoire shook her head. “How is it that these things always happen to you, Teddy?” 

At his suggestion, she nodded eagerly. It was a hot day out, considering that it was October in England, and refreshing drinks sounded like an excellent idea. “Besides having to wait on injured coworkers, how was your week?” 

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missdaphnegreengrass​:

It was something Daphne recognized in herself, a flaw that was self imposed somewhere in her early teenage years. Hours and hours alone left little reason for her to smile, and so she’d lost the habit. And it remained that way, a display of a toothy grin from the elder Greengrass was nearly unheard of, tending more towards smirks, or cheeky side smiles that left one wondering if she was amused or mocking. But when the young woman smiled, Daphne found herself unable to keep from doing the same, and returned the gesture as she extended a hand. 

“Daphne,” she introduced, “Lovely to meet you.” Taking a step past Victoire, Daphne motioned for her to follow. “There are a few,” she admitted, “Come with me.” 

Weaving through the towering shelves, Daphne kept her eyes on the labels, as her fingertips skimmed the spines. Another habit she’d picked up in the days spent in the Hogwarts library. She loved to feel the books. Coming to a halt, she pulled a novel from the shelf and extended towards the blonde. “Its a tad dark, but its about a young witch wrestling with temptation of feeding her ego, and desires, whether the allure of ones dreams is worth the sacrifice… It’s compelling.”

As the other woman returned Victoire’s smile, she beamed even more, her eyes alight with a joy that she seemed to carry with her constantly. Victoire was one to whom smiling came easily, despite the fact that she had always been the most serious of her cousins. “It’s lovely to meet you as well, Daphne,” she said, her voice musical. 

Excited for a good book recommendation, Victoire readily followed Daphne through the shelves, watching the woman’s fingers trail along the books as they passed shelf after shelf, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined what that must feel like. She would do it too, if it wouldn’t look like she was totally copying Daphne’s actions.

Victoire’s eyes widened as Daphne described the book, and she took it with a certain reverence. She knew a little something about wondering if one’s dreams were worth the sacrifice. It wasn’t easy being a Weasley and working in journalism, especially not when so many members of her family were constantly in the center of the press’ attention. Glancing at the cover briefly, Victoire pulled it close, wrapping her arms around the book and looking back up at Daphne with a smile. “It sounds perfect!” She said earnestly. “Thank you!”

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dominiqweasly​:

WHO: Dominique & Victoire. WHERE: Edinburgh Quidditch Stadium, Edinburgh, Scotland. WHEN: 30th October, 2020.

For as long as she could remember, Quidditch had been part of Dominique’s life. It’s just the way things were if you were a Weasley – it was almost like an unofficial family tradition. With two aunts playing for two of the best teams in the league ( funnily enough, the two that were playing today - so Dominique claimed to be perfectly impartial at this game ), it was just a given that Dominique would grow up to enjoy Quidditch, too. Though she’d played during her time at Hogwarts ( the best beater Ravenclaw had ever seen, in her not-so-humble opinion ), she couldn’t quite imagine making a career out of the sport like her aunts had – just watching the games had her heart racing with far too much adrenaline. 

She had ducked away from her seat to go buy some snacks from the vendor – it wasn’t really a Quidditch match if she didn’t have something to keep her hands warm and her stomach full – and weaved her way back through the crowds of people to get back to her viewing spot. One of the perks of having two family members who were practically legends of the game was that Dominique and her family had access to some of the best seats in the entire arena, and most people would need to pay top dollar for the seats her Aunt Angelina had given to Victoire today.

After what feels like an eternity making her way back from the snack vendor to where she and Victoire have set up camp, Dominique lets out a sigh as she spots the familiar head of blonde hair up ahead. She comes to stand next to her older sister, handing her a bag of assorted goodies and leaning on the railing. “What have I missed?” She asks, popping some chocolate into her mouth.

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Victoire kept her omnioculars pressed to her face, following her aunt’s progress in the game. It was really a relief that Aunt Ginny wasn’t playing Quidditch anymore, because now she didn’t have to feel guilty for rooting for Puddlemere United over the Harpies, but Angelina had always been one of her favorites in the family. And since this was going to be her last season playing, Victoire didn’t want to miss a single moment. There was no doubt that their family would be at every Puddlemere match this season. 

Hearing her sister’s approach, Victoire lowered the magical binoculars and gladly took the bag from Dominique’s hands, searching through it for a treat of her own to consume first. She gave a shrug in answer to her sister’s question and spoke through a mouth full of cauldron cake. “Aunt Angelina scored another goal, but that’s all. The beaters for the Harpies are unstoppable this season, but they haven’t gotten Angelina yet.” 

Making room so that her sister could lean against the railing beside her, Victoire turned her attention away from the game momentarily to smile at Dominique. “Merlin, do you realize this is the last season we’ll probably be able to get good seats like this? I’m not sure I’d be allowed to bring you with me to the press box, but I’ll have to work on that for next year.” Shaking her head in lament at that realization, she looked back to the game. “She’s still one of their best players, though. It’s a shame she’s ready to call it quits, because Puddlemere will be toast without her.” It probably wasn’t strictly true, but family loyalty meant that Victoire believed what she was saying. She looked back over at Dominique. “Was it a madhouse out there, or is everyone focused on the game?” 

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rcnaldbiliusw​:

At Victoire’s reply he nodded to the bartender, who produced their drinks before Ron could blink. Digging into his pockets he produced a few Sickles and slid them across the bar, to which the wizard behind it gave a curt, appreciative nod as he pocketed them himself. 

“Always tip your waitstaff,” Ron said with a grin, passing Victoire her glass of wine. He scoffed at her question then, taking a deep gulp of butterbeer before answering. 

“It’s been fine, I s'pose. Haven’t seen much of your uncles and aunts yet, but it’s still early. And even if I did have any juicy tidbits, d'you really think I’d share them with a vulture like you?” He laughed and took another sip, pointing the head of the bottle toward the dance floor as he swallowed. 

“That’s where you’ll find your stories, or at the very least some poor sods who had too much punch.”

Victoire swallowed back a laugh and nodded seriously at her uncle’s instruction. Sometimes being part of a family so large was like having a million parents, all determined to teach you how to be a decent human. She wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world, though, so she never pitched a fit when things like that happened. 

Rolling her eyes, Victoire did laugh this time. “It’s really just such a relief to know how supportive my family is of my career choices,” she retorted in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Shaking her head, she took a sip of her own drink, glad for the chance to take a job from being the vulture for the night. 

“Ah, yes, poor sods who’ve had too much punch are usually the perfect sources at an event like this. The world likes to know that their favorite heroic Hogwarts class isn’t as perfect as they seem to be,” she teased, looking back at her uncle. 

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faultlinesviktor​:

Viktor felt bad for startling the woman and he did his best to smile at her. “Oh, no, please, it was fully my fault.” He then took her hand, giving it a firm shake. It was no surprise she’d recognised him in return; after all, he liked to think he had a few friends in her family. If anything, it was strange their paths hadn’t crossed earlier. “Pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Weasley.”

The mention of Bill and Fleur made his smile widen; how wonderful it was to think how far they’d come since the Triwizard Tournament. “I do know them, yes. I attended their wedding, in fact. It was a beautiful ceremony.” He didn’t see the need to add it had been cut short by the arrival of Death Eaters; a memory like that didn’t deserve to be further soured by demons of the past. “How are they doing? I regret to say I haven’t had the chance to speak to them in a while.”

Small talk had never been something he was particularly good at, despite his best efforts, but even so, Viktor tried to come up with a topic outside of British weather. “You work at the Daily Prophet, no? How are you enjoying it?”

Victoire beamed in response -- she was sensible, but she was still a girl, and to know that it was a pleasure to Viktor Krum to meet her was a little flattering. Of course, there were plenty of people in the world who felt the need to suck up to her because she was a Weasley (even if her parents weren’t the most famous of the bunch), but still, an international Quidditch star was a big deal. 

Victoire smiled at the thought of her parents’ wedding. She had seen pictures, but of course she hadn’t been there. “I heard it was quite the party, until...well, you know, until it wasn’t,” she finished with a laugh. She was proud of her parents for the role they had taken in the war and the way they had fought back against Voldemort’s reign. Her mother in particular had used a lot of connections in France to keep people safe during that horrid year. “Oh, they’re doing great!” She replied proudly. Victoire was close to both of her parents. “We’re all out of the house, of course, except Louis who’s at Hogwarts. I think Mum and Dad actually quite enjoy having us all gone, especially now that they can see Dom and I more often.” She smiled. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to hear from you.”

At Krum’s question, Victoire looked over her shoulder at the employee entrance to the Prophet before looking back with a smile. “Yes, I do. I’m a junior correspondent there,” she informed him proudly. “I love it there, most of the time,” she said with a laugh. “But of course, working in the press isn’t always the most popular thing.” 

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missdaphnegreengrass​:

Location: Flourish and Blotts With: @veelavictoire-weasley

Books filled her flat; some found a proper home in a bookcase, other laid about in various locations, stacked, and splayed open, read and unread. Some she’d given up on, others found themselves worn from the amount of times she’d read it over. Reading hadn’t always been natural for Daphne, in fact there was a time when the witch would rather sit silently in a corner than pick up a book. But a lot changed for her the summer before fourth year, and when her world was suddenly a mess of confusion, knowledge and storytelling was a constant. 

So, though she had plenty of unread books at home, Daphne perused the towering bookshelves in search of something that struck her with curiosity. Only, it wasn’t a book that garnered her attention, but a shockingly beautiful young woman whose head was bent, reading the back cover of a book Daphne had read not too long ago. Had she finished it? She couldn’t remember, but spoke up anyway. 

“Not to spoil the fun, but I wouldn’t say that’s worth the read.”

Victoire perused the shelves at Flourish and Blotts, escaping the rain that was pouring down in droves outside. This wasn’t her favorite local bookshop, but it was right here in Diagon Alley where the Prophet offices were, and since it was raining so much, she didn’t want to brave the elements to go to the other shops. Besides, they had a decent collection of the kind of fiction she enjoyed, and she just needed a new book to entertain herself while Dom and Teddy were busy for the weekend. There was no reason to be picky.

Roused away from the back cover she was reading, Victoire looked up to see a witch she didn’t recognize addressing her. Smiling, Victoire lowered the book, glancing back at the cover quickly before looking back to the woman. “Oh!” She said, shrugging. “Thank you. You may have just saved me a wasted weekend.” With a quiet laugh, she placed the book back on the shelf and turned to face the witch. “Any books you would recommend that are worth the read?”

She moved forward and held out her hand. “I’m Victoire, by the way.” 

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Um hi @staff and @support, I’ve emailed you a bunch and waited for the last week and my blog is still incorrectly marked explicit! Please help!

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rcnaldbiliusw‌:

He should have expected Morag to provide an open bar - there was no question she could afford it - but Ron let his expression of bemused surprise stand. “Is it really?” he asked, glancing over at where it nestled against the far wall. He wasn’t displeased, but he did feel a bit silly for having offered to pay. 

“Well,” he said, waving his hands, “nevermind then, I’ll stop trying to throw my money around. Merlin knows Morag doesn’t need it. C’mon then.” 

He motioned for his niece to follow and approached the bar, squinting at the bottles arranged behind it. “I’ll just take a butterbeer, mate. Keep it simple. Vic? What d’you want?” He gave her an expectant look, eyebrows raised.

Victoire laughed, nodding her agreement. It was quite clear by the lavish surroundings of this manor that Morag could certainly afford an open bar, but she was amused nonetheless that her uncle hadn’t realized that. “It would be a little tacky to make your guests pay for drinks, if you ask me.” And if that were the case, Victoire would certainly have commented on it in the article she would write covering the night.

She followed Ron over to the bar. “I’ll just have a glass of wine,” she said with a smile. “I’m on the clock, so can’t get too wild over here.” As if she would -- especially not at a party that was for her aunts and uncles and their classmates. 

“So, how’s the reunion been for you, Uncle Ron? Any juicy details I could include in my write up?” 

[chohee-chang]

date: October, 2020 location: Daily Prophet headquarters closed to @veelavictoire-weasley

Cho had sent many, many Owls to the Daily Prophet in the past couple of days, all complaining about the heavily misleading article about her. Each of her owls were met with cookie-cutter responses that clearly signaled their total lack of interest in actually addressing her concerns and after a while even those stopped, and she got no responses at all. Today was finally Cho’s first day off of work, and she was spending it marching to the Daily Prophet headquarters, ready to fix this ridiculous problem once and for all. 

She flagged down the first person who looked like they worked there. With a scowl on her face, she said quickly, “Hi. I’m here to request an immediate correction in one of the articles you guys printed last week.”

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Victoire was hard at work putting together the finishing touches on the interview she had done with Angelina, and she was feeling very satisfied with her work. For a junior correspondent, she liked to think that she did her job incredibly well, and hoped that in time, her superiors would see that and promote her. In the meantime, she worked hard and put out the best articles that she could. Standing up from her cubicle in the corner, she took her finished article with her, ready to hand it in to her editor.

As she was passing through the front of the Daily Prophet offices, she was stopped by a woman who had a big scowl on her face. Victoire felt a little taken aback, but she smiled anyway and stopped what she was doing. “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not really my jurisdiction. Have you tried owling about it?” 

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angelinaweasley‌:

Smiling, Angelina hugged her oldest niece tight before letting her go. Victoire seemed to have changed a bit since the last time she saw her– which was when, a few weeks ago at a family dinner? Perhaps she was nervous. Angelina noticed most young interviews had their fair share of nerves. 

Leaning against the sturdy table she typically talks to the press behind, she thought a little before she said, “Practice was good. You know, the typical workout. I need to beat your Aunt Ginny if I’m going to show my face at the next family gathering.” The playful rivalry between her and her sister-in-law would be on full display for the next few weeks leading up to their exhibition match. There was always extra pressure associated with kicking off the season, and even more so now that she was going to have to play against Ginny. “Though I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I could lose some serious ‘good aunt’ points for that,” she laughed. 

“So. You. Me. Interview things and the works.” Angelina usually wouldn’t be so friendly to the press– cordial, maybe, but overextending the olive branch could result in the interviewer asking some pretty sensitive questions. But Victoire was a different situation entirely. After all, they were family. “What do you want to talk about today? Surely there has to be something on your mind, yeah?”

Victoire laughed and waved Angelina off, not bothered in the least by the amount of time she had been waiting. She was fairly used to it, as a junior correspondent, and besides, it was always nice to have the chance to compose herself and organize her thoughts before an interview. Though luckily, this one was a lot less pressure than her other interviews tended to be -- that was the perk of interviewing a beloved family member. 

“Ah, don’t worry about good aunt points, you’ll always be one of my favorites,” Victoire teased, though the words she spoke rang true. Angelina and George were the family members that Victoire was closest to outside of her immediate family -- their flat above the shop was like a second home to Victoire, and she viewed Freddie and Roxanne almost as younger siblings. Of course, the Weasley/Potter clan was so tight knit that most of her relationships with her cousins was like that, but she had a soft spot for the Weasley/Johnson clan. “Besides, you’re the one who got me way better tickets than the press box.” 

“Ah yes, the interview.” Victoire felt some nerves beginning to creep up -- as nice as it was that she had family members who were willing to sit down with her for an interview, she was overly conscious that she never wanted to take advantage of her family members in order to further her career, especially since so many of her aunts and uncles were in high profile positions. It was a fine line that Victoire had to walk, and she didn’t feel that she had quite mastered it. “Well, I can just start with some questions I have for you,” she suggested with a nervous smile.

No time like the present to jump on in, so Victoire pulled out her notebook and quill and tapped the quill with her wand, spelling it to write down every word that passed between the two witches during the interview. “Obviously, the big piece of news is the letter you released announcing your retirement. How does it feel to be on the verge of starting your last season of Quidditch?” 

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faultlinesviktor‌:

Diagon Alley | Viktor Krum & Victoire Weasley

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Viktor didn’t visit Diagon Alley often and that was a conscious choice. It was too crowded and crowds usually meant getting recognised – something he preferred to avoid. But it simply couldn’t be helped today; he needed to visit Gringotts and he’d already delayed it long enough. So with a small sigh, he’d resigned himself to a possibly unpleasant afternoon and had headed off towards the wizarding bank. To his surprise, his business there concluded much more quickly than he’d expected and that had been enough to lift his spirits somewhat as he exited the building and headed down the cobblestone path, eager to leave Diagon Alley. However, the small group of people with cameras at the end of the street soured his mood right back.

It was possible he was simply being pessimistic, he reasoned within his own mind. But he was getting closer and they kept looking around, cameras at ready; his feet moved on their own, turning sharply into a smaller alley to the right. The move itself was surprising enough even to himself, but he barely had a moment to think about it before he had to come to an abrupt stop in order to avoid walking headfirst into a young woman.

He blinked at her, allowing himself a brief moment to process everything that had happened in such a short period of time. “I apologise. I should have been more careful.” Her face was familiar, however, and he hoped he wasn’t wrong as he added, almost questioningly, “Miss Weasley. How do you do?”

Victoire made her way out of the Prophet offices in Diagon Alley, glad for the chance for a lunch break. She had been working away at her column all morning, and now that it was finished, she realized that it was nearly three in the afternoon and she hadn’t had anything to eat except for a banana on her way out the door this morning. Her stomach growled loudly as she entered the side alley where the employee’s entrance to the Prophet stood, laughing to herself at the sensation. It sounded like a good excuse to get some fish and chips and a butterbeer from the Leaky Cauldron. 

As she headed down the alley towards the main drag of Diagon Alley, a man came around the corner, nearly knocking into her. Jumping back in surprise, Victoire’s hand went up over her heart. “Oh, sorry!” She said, looking up at the face looming towards her int he darkness. She immediately recognized Viktor Krum, and couldn’t help the surge of excitement she felt -- after all, she loved Quidditch, and he was a legend. 

As he spoke her name, her eyes widened in surprise, but she felt pleased. “Yes, Victoire Weasley,” she replied, holding out her hand to shake his. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Krum. Do you know my parents, I’m assuming? Bill and Fleur?” 

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rcnaldbiliusw‌:

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be.”

Victoire was a Weasley, the first-born of his nieces and nephews (except for Teddy, of course). As such, she was the victim of public scrutiny before she’d said her first word, before she learned to walk, but Ron still considered himself a veteran when it came to the press. Everything exploded after the war, and he, Harry, and Hermione were catapulted to stardom (Harry didn’t need to be catapulted higher, but since when had anyone ever asked his opinion?). Ron had always coveted fame, but it didn’t take him long to realize what a burden it could be. And, if he thought the press was bad before, it was nothing compared to what awaited him when Hermione became Minister. 

He handed over the finger sandwich with a laugh. “Well, I’m not gonna tell you how to do your job, but the public already knows what a mess I am. Wouldn’t want to bore them.”

Hands placed firmly back in his pockets, Ron meandered down the table, peering at the spread with little interest. 

“D'you want a drink, Vic? Something to keep you entertained while you wait for a story? I’ll buy.”

Victoire laughed, already planning to mention Ron’s clumsiness in her article in order to make him laugh. Considering the name that went on the byline, she thought her readers would take it in the good fun that it was intended. “Oh Uncle Ron, you could never be a bore,” she said, her voice teasingly flattering. It was true, no matter what tone she spoke it in, however. Ron never failed to make Vic laugh -- maybe not in the same way George did, but nevertheless. Ron’s sense of humor was all his own, and all of the nieces and nephews loved him for it.

She took the finger sandwich from him and nibbled on it, noting that at least the food was good. Morag had clearly spared no expense (though with the absolute madness of how large this place was, she probably didn’t even have to really think about expense. Clearly, she was loaded). 

“Why, I’d love a drink,” she said laughing. “Though I’m pretty sure it’s an open bar, isn’t it?” Victoire shook her head at her uncle, but enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t teasing her about being too young to drink. 

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angelinaweasley‌:

Angelina is always the last to leave practice. Ever so thorough, she makes sure that every part of the team locker room is doing well, as in, no splintered brooms on the floor, before leaving. But today, instead of leaving to go home to her husband and singular child (she has to keep reminding herself that Freddie’s gone away, and it still doesn’t sit right with her), she walks out and into the press room. This is quite in tune with Angelina’s after-game routine, where she is responsible for talking to the media regardless of the outcome, but today, there’s no game or team to discuss. 

To be honest, she doesn’t necessarily know why she’s letting herself be interviewed. She’s the kind to keep her cards pressed to her chest. She has to be. Angelina hasn’t given an interview since the end of last season, and that was months ago. But the Weasley family loves to ask and do favors for each other, and Angelina had accepted this fact about the astonishingly close-knit clan early on in her life. Besides, today’s meeting is with one of her favorite nieces, and in truth, it’s the least she can do. Plus, Angelina adores, more than anything else, talking about qudditch. Who doesn’t? 

“Hey, kiddo,” she says when the doors fly open. “If I knew you were interested in quidditch, I would’ve brought you to ‘take your kids to work’ day. It’s for your five to thirteen year old biological children but we can definitely make you look ten with the right clothes,” she jokes.

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Victoire sat in the press room right off the puddlemere united team locker room, her right leg crossed over her left and swaying nervously. Her fingers drummed on the wooden bench beneath her as she waited for her aunt Angelina to finish up with practice and meet her here. A large brown leather tote sat on the bench next to her, spilled open to reveal notebooks, pens (muggles had the right idea with ditching quills long ago), and a bag of candied almonds, her favorite snack. 

Nerves tingled through her, and Victoire tried to shake them off. She was just interviewing her aunt, for Merlin’s sake. She already knew Angelina would be cooperative out of family loyalty, there was no reason for her to be nervous. Nevertheless, Vic felt the same feelings of nerves that she always did right before an important interview. 

As the doors burst open, Victoire hopped up from the bench, smiling wide to greet her aunt. George had always been the uncle Vic was the closest to, so once he and Angelina had been married, she joined the ranks of Victoire’s favorite people. Whenever Victoire needed to get away, she always escaped to George and Angelina’s flat. 

Victoire laughed, rolling her eyes. “Hey now, it’s not my fault I’m short. You can blame my mother’s petite genes for that.” Besides, if Vic turned on the veela gene, no one would believe she was ten. She reached over to hug Angelina. “How was practice?” 

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rcnaldbiliusw‌:

The more nieces and nephews he acquired, the more Ron was horrified he’d forget which was which. Professors often forgot which Weasley they were dealing with at any given time when he was in school (“Charlie! No, Fred - George! Gah, Ronald!”), and the last thing Ron wanted was to put any of his extended family through the same embarrassment. They might have all been doomed to it anyway, but as he tried to cover up his flub at the buffet table there was no mistaking the giggle behind him. He rolled his eyes playfully over his shoulder, smirking. 

“Well, I’ve got a secret for you, Vic - a little scoop for you to jot down on that notepad of yours,” he teased, pulling her to him in a fond, one-armed hug. “Neither of those things are news.” 

Then, with another smirk, he held the wayward finger sandwich aloft.

“Hungry?”

Victoire snorted as she returned her uncle’s hug, pulling back to give him a look. “You’d be surprised what people find newsworthy these days,” she retorted, shaking her head. It was true -- entire articles were devoted to picking apart the Minister’s outfits (of course, Victoire neglected to participate in writing those articles -- Hermione was her aunt, after all) just as often as they spent their time picking apart her policies. “But I’ll be sure to quote you on that.”

Returning his smirk, Victoire took the sandwich form him, biting into it. It wasn’t half bad, though not exactly the kind of food she would have chosen to partake in. “Please,” she scoffed with a wink at him. “I’m related to you -- I’m always hungry.” 

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HOGWARTS CLASS REUNION OUTFIT. → victoire weasley, reporter

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21 October 2020 HOGWARTS CLASS REUNION:  our most famous Hogwarts class lets loose

Last night, witches and wizards from the Hogwarts class of ‘98 (not quite a precise distinction, considering some never graduated and some graduated a year later) were invited to a reunion with their former classmates, hosted by the former Quidditch player and well-to-do heiress Morag MacDougal. This reporter was invited to attend in order to cover the event, and I’m happy to report that the class of people that tends to get the most attention from us all certainly did not fail to amuse. 

Without children in attendance, conversation and alcohol seemed to flow freely, and many seemed comfortable letting loose on the dance floor, even those you would least expect. You might never expect that Susan Bones and Tracey Davis would make good dancing partners, but if that’s the case, apparently you’d be surprised. 

Our newly appointed Minister for Magic didn’t let it loose on the dance floor, but her husband Ronald Weasley was spotted knocking things over on the refreshment table, so maybe it’s a good thing his two left feet didn’t take her for a spin (sorry, Uncle Ron!). His notorious prankster older brother George Weasley, not a member of the class invited to the shindig, nevertheless made an appearance, crashing with quite the entrance. He promises that we’re all invited to the party he’ll throw to celebrate Dolores Umbridge after her passing. Whether he meant that politely or not, we’ll all just have to hedge our bets and wait to find out. To Morag’s relief, George didn’t set off the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes firework he brought with him.

This reporter happened to spot Senior Healer Hannah Abbott and Headmaster Neville Longbottom in conversation in the kitchens, and considering the press release Healer Abbott just sent the Prophet, we can’t help but wonder if their conversation was lighthearted or involved the Dark magic that seems to be plaguing both of their jobs. 

Speaking of Hogwarts, the newest Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Luna Lovegood, was spotted toting around some of the ducks Morag was keeping for the purpose of racing. We’re not sure if she was trying to set them free out of an indignation for the poor treatment of those poor creatures or if she was just having a bit of fun with them, but either way, it was an amusing (and not altogether unexpected) sight to see. 

Other notable attendees of the party included Harry and Ginny Potter, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, and Healer Cho Chang, who has recently received a bit of attention in the press due to her progressive comments about the muggle world. They all seemed to enjoy the party, but acted with the amount of decorum we would expect of those who lead our aurors, teach our children, and heal our ailments. 

All in all, Morag MacDougal hosted an excellent party, showing her peers (and the rest of us in the wizarding world) that three hundred thousand Galleons really does make for quite the impressive spectacle of a home. 

&& This is junior correspondent Victoire Weasley, reporting. 

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Full name: Victoire Weasley

Age (date of birth): 20 (2 May 2000)

Gender (pronouns): Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Blood status: Pureblood

Former Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Occupation: Journalist for the Daily Prophet

Marital Status: Single

Faceclaim: Gabriella Wilde

Writer: Kate (she/her & EST)

The first born of the post-war era, Victoire Weasley has always been stuck between two generations. Her serious nature makes her eager to be treated as an equal among her older relatives, but her age makes it difficult for her to feel taken seriously. Fiercely curious about her fellow humans and a deep lover of stories and history, Victoire made the slightly controversial decision to pursue journalism after leaving Hogwarts. Loyal to her family but determined to decide the truth for herself, Victoire is maybe a little too unaware of the reality that the state of the world might force her to choose a side she’s not quite ready to declare.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍