dominique was ready to resort to having to walk all the way back to the tiny flat she owns in order to pick up her dog when an oh so familiar laugh pierced her ears. she turned, knowing that she’ll be face to face with her favorite sister. “ haha, very funny. we both know that if i just give pepper a treat, all will be forgiven. ” honestly, she’s basically the same way. and before she could say any more, victoire hug practically consumed her. “ okay, yup. this is a thing that’s happening, ” even as she was saying that, her hands moved around her sister, leaning into the embrace rather than away. “ nothing. i’m prefectly fine. doing so swell. thinking about shit. ” ah fuck. she forgot to answer those owls again, didn’t she? she knows something like this is bound to happen if she doesn’t answer in a timely matter. really, all of her mail has been piling up, there was just the matter of getting some energy to go through it all. “ pepper is an angel. he would never go after my letters — the owls on the other hand… ” quite a few feathers to pick up. most owls refuse to land at this point. “ i was planning on responding, honest! just lost track of ‘em. ”
"yeah, you’ve got that dog wrapped right ‘round that finger o’yours.” her brows perk, tongue pressing against cheek at retort as it falls from her lips. there was little in which victoire wouldn’t do for dominique, and she’d made sure the girl knew that from a young age. however, in light of recent events, years of the same, she’d found herself gracefully toeing the line of overbearing. knowing fully well that she was, in fact, a hypocrite for seeking out such a thing for dominique whilst being so appalled by it herself. however, she’d persevered and in doing so, had managed to corner the poor girl. "thinkin’ about shite? well aren’t you the most articulate broad out there. what a way with words you’ve got.” tone laced with a heavy sarcasm, yet her jest was never malicious nor crass. merely teasing as arms cross against chest, gaze glancing over her sister as she listens with intent. “sickle for your thoughts perhaps then, hm?” she digs within trouser pocket, flicking silver coin between her fingers. “It’s no matter dom.” because space was better, space was supposed to heal. “i’ve only been home a few hours and, well, it wasn’t as if i was about to stay cooped up at home. or worse, see myself off to mum and dads.” to shell cottage to watch as her father looked down at her, questioned her of her latest antics, it’d been something victoire wouldn’t take even when the only other option was to gnaw ones arm off. “besides, i’m sure pepper will forgive me if i steal you away for the day. i’ve been made paintfully aware of just how much i’ve missed in the matter of two weeks time ––” she allows dramatics to wash over her, vocals filled with a faux sorrow as she speaks next, back of hand raised to her forehead. “tragedy really, found myself scouring through the prophet of all things because no one in our family seems to know how to write a gal a letter.”
diagon alley was bustling, as always mid day, as she’d managed to weave her way through the crowds. finding a solace in the fact that she’d been able to make her way from madam malkin’s to the apothecary without so much as a peep. no blood thirsty hounds of rita’s scouring the streets in search of a story, bags in tow, she’d managed to find herself making her way towards the leaky cauldron, a pint or two calling her name to wave the agitation that flared within her core at gringott’s. steady footfalls click against cobblestone as she’d rounded the corner only to collide with a familiar ghost –– familiar face. “–– ‘m sorry, should really watch where I’m goin’ –– “ gaze trailing as lips grew into a slight smirk, curling upwards to force dimples to etch themselves into cheeks. “well i’ll be damned ––” eyes roll in something of a second nature, vocals stringing together by soft disbelief. “teddy lupin –– “ it’d been long enough, a decade in fact, since they’d called it quits. since she’d watched as they’d left to pursue dreams, much like she’d intended. the air between them never thickened by tension or disdain for the other, merely the familiarity of a feeling that’d come and gone. as fleeting as childhood romances could be. “fancy meetin’ you here.” @cvrulean
where: daily prophet office
when: february / 2025
who: victoire weasley & ginny potter
“y’know how hard it is to get an appointment with you?” she slides into the chair opposite her aunt with ease, shaking her head as jest lingers in the air. there’d been no denying that ginny potter was something legendary. victoire herself had grown up on tales of the woman, a magnificent quidditch player and an even better aim with a wand. next to the likes of her father, it was ginny that victoire had sought out to make proud. “i was thinkin’ you could entertain me while i wait for the bank to sort out whatever rubbish they’re yammerin’ on about. brought more than a few galleons worth back from brazil and they’re about to go to war with the ministry over who gets it.” shoulders roll into a small shrug as she leans forward, making busy with her hands as lithe digits file through the papers on the desktop. “so, you know, can’t get paid if they don’t get their act together now can i?” @glnev
the crisp february wind tousles raven locks . he stands , unsure . pulling his coat tighter against him to ward off the cold seeping into his bones . home , again . he has grown since he was last seen . he ‘ s taller , and thinner . his hair is longer , and his cheeks are hollowed . his eyes , they remain the same striking shade of green . lighter though . happier . — unsure of how to act , and with his hands in his coat pockets he musters up a crooked smile . “ you alright ? ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ you look like you ‘ ve seen a ghost . ”
“if you’re talkin’ about yourself al, you’re right.” she needn’t shy away. from it, england wore worse on him than most. perhaps it was because the last she’d seen him was in the brightened escape that had been brazil, and yet now they’d been faced with the bitter bite of winters end. “just came to check up on you, heard you made it home before i did and well –– good on you.” she pats his shoulder, taking note of his features once more. hollowed out enough to stir worry within her core. “was thinkin’ i might drag you out for a bite to eat, cuppa tea even if you’ve got the time.” there’d been no tiptoeing around his disappearance, nor his eventual return. for, in albus, victoire had seen something of herself. unable to remain put, unable to stay. “you can tell me all about your reunion with your big ol’ dad went ––” brows raising as the question stirs inside her. “or, if you’ve even managed to get that far”
pepper was starting to get quite angsty from being inside all day which just means that she’ll have to go around the block with the dog – or rather, around diagon alley. perhaps they’ll stop by the one place that sells dog treats. why are those with magic so obsessed with cats? don’t they know that witches and cats was a stereotype that should have died centuries ago? either way, dominique grabbed the leash and headed out the door. she barely made her way into diagon alley before she stopped in her tracks, looking down at the leash in hand.
“ motherfucker. i forgot my dog. it’s too early for this shit. ”
brows perked, shaking her head at the sight of her sister sans dog before she’d managed to let out a laugh. “reckon you’ll give that dog a complex if you haven’t already, dom.” vocals laced with admiration as she moved from her spot, leaning against bricked wall, arms now falling from her chest where they’d been crossed to near the girl, a quick tight embrace. she’d never been one to shy away from affection, much to her siblings chagrin she was sure. “what’s got your wand in a knot? here i was thinkin’ i could get away with sneakin’ a glance at you because –– “ finger presses gently into her sisters shoulder for emphasis. “i’ve sent you, well, blimey let’s just say we’re up to about three unanswered owls. and i doubt pepper’s been eating ‘em up.”
It takes approximately twenty one days to break a habit. Twenty one days. Twenty one. How was it that she’d never managed to stay in one place longer than that was something of a mystery. However, she’d chalk it up to the fact that, deeply rooted beneath her ribs, there’d been an inevitable fear of settling. Settling down, settling in life, becoming someone worthy of a white picket fence. Running. Jumping ship when things got too hard, too serious. When the world around her became something of a habit rather than that of an adventure. “–– Smoking I ‘spose, although everyone has their vices. Knicking one too many cookies from Gran’s jar whenever I manage to stop by. Maybe even drinkin’ too much coffee for ones good.”
“The day I think things through is the day Merlin rises from his bloody grave, suddenly decides to dance a jig to Do the Hippogriff in the middle o’ the Leaky Cauldron.”
𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
“If it’s my Gran askin’ then I’m a bloody awful liar.” Everyone else knew better. They’d known that a girl with a cheshire grin was good for one thing and one thing only. She hadn’t ever made friends in her profession, and some knew better than other that Victoire was skilled in the art of concealing. Of twisting words into a truth that others would believe for her own sake. It wasn’t something she’d enjoyed, mind you. However, it was necessary. Could she make others believe that water was wine? There’d been no doubt. Her skill had never been used maliciously, never for the harm of others. Only for her own gain, only for more galleons in her vault and less in that of the rubbish men who’d fallen for it all. “Let’s just call it what it is –– “ Brows perk, interest piqued as she quips. “I didn’t get this rich just by smilin’ now did I?”
ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break?
BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of?
BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace?
BIANCA: What do you want most in life?
CELIA: Do you want to fall in love?
CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared?
CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done?
CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person?
CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped?
DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free?
EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud?
EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who?
GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other?
HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse?
HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?
HELENUS: Do you believe in God?
HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret?
HORATIO: Who do you love most?
JULIET: What is your favorite luxury?
LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you?
MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you?
MEDEA: Do you have any quirks?
MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for?
MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice?
OBERON: Does reputation matter to you?
OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing?
ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be?
PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you?
PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence?
PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?
ROMEO: How far would you go for love?
ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail?
ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you?
SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer?
TITANIA: Do you believe in magic?
TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be?
VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you?
VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.
“Privacy.” What could be chalked down to something narcissistic was something much greater of a cause to Victoire. For years it’d been common knowledge that the Potters, as much as the Weasleys, were hounded night and day no thanks to the Prophet, to the incessant toad that was Rita Skeeter. She’d been the first born into it, the eldest of the cousins that would soon be unable to go through their days without the murmurs. “Or perhaps the lack thereof that my family is seemingly subjected to.” Bitterness evident in her tone, tongue pressed against her cheek. “Not everyone deserves to hear about the trials and tribulations that come from the Potters, the Weasleys, what have you.” Lithe digits cut through the air as she waves hand, ridding herself of the thought entirely. “I ‘spose I’d go down defendin’ their right to something normal, whatever that means for them.”
𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃 : 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗?
“Afraid I really am not be much o’ a shy girl –– no. Although, there was a time when I was in Hogwarts that I lost a bet to Macmillan, ended up havn’ to keep my mouth shut for the entirety of a Potions class. By the end o’ it I was just ready to clock him upside the head with the amount of teasin’ I was subjected to.”
“Well I ‘spose it was –– “ She recalls, a moment in her mind to reminisce over a childhood that’d come and gone. For all sentimental purposes, her mind washes over every conquest in which she’s conquered, every gallant adventure that fills the pages of notebooks scattered across dining table. “I must’ve been ‘bout thirteen –– that sounds ‘bout right.” Thirteen years old, all wobbly knees and gapped teeth. Still, with something likened to ichor coursing through her veins, she’d been a vision of beauty. “Dom and I were puttin’ on a show for mum and dad.” As they had many a time before, oft bringing in Louis for good measure, or whatever Weasley that’d managed to be lingering about. Known for their flair for dramatics, it began at a young age, them atop a make shift stage in their home, performing whatever rendition came to mind. “There’d been a rainstorm the entire bloody mornin’ ––” How the droplets stuck to the windows, condensation dripping as she’d watched from bay windows within her bedroom. Shell Cottage had always remained something warm, something that to this day had still felt like more of a home than anything Victoire had, or could, experience ever again. “Dom was restless, y’know she’s never been one to really sit still for all of five seconds –– “ It’s said with love, a beaming pride that anyone would have, should have, for their siblings. However close they’d been with Louis, Victoire always knew that it was Dominique that remained her soulmate, a better half of a rubbish, rusted coin. “Anyways, here I am ramblin’ about and not gettin’ to the point. Dom was restless, the entire family was stormed in, Louis was whinging about and so we’d decided to string up lights, and next thing I knew we were givin’ our best interpretation o’ pirates.” Treasure Island, to be more specific. Growing quite comfortable with muggle literature as a child, Victoire was never shy about her love for the classics. The stories that held adventure with every turned page. Her copies becoming so well worn that the pages were thinned, smudged words and dog-earred reminders of her favourite bits. “––’course, I got the role of the evil Captain Flint and Dom was a most magnificent Jim Hawkins.” It was a day like many others, something simplistic enough that it surely wouldn’t stand out to most. However, it’d stayed with her if only because it was the moment she’d solidified her desire for adventure, for the grandiose that came with the chase, the hunt. Wind howlin’ about outside their four walls, the beach turning into their backdrop as they’d spent hours holed up in their living room providing a boisterous Bill and an ever glowing Fleur with entertainment. It was warmth, it was happiness, it was home.
hey all ! i’m gonna give you fair warning here that this is a jumbled mess, but welcome to the wild world that is victoire ‘the rat’ weasley. i’m ri, 26 year old canadian mess of a human made up of 50% carbs / 50 % salty tears. hmu if you want to plot or just hit the heart button and i’ll come at you!
☄ HOMENUM REVELIO ╱ is that VICTOIRE WEASLEY? the HOGWARTS alumni is the TWENTY NINE year old child of WILLIAM WEASLEY AND FLEUR DELACOUR. with the rumours of political unrest, it’s not surprising that the ministry is keeping a close eye on everyone, but especially the CURSEBREAKER, considering that they are known to be quite HAUGHTY. but if you ask their friends, you might hear that they have a CONSCIENTIOUS side to them. according to our records they identify as CISFEMALE (SHE/HER), they HAVE NOT lost their magic. ╲ RI, 26, PST, LILY JAMES, SHE/HER.
victoire gabriella delacour weasley was born on may 2nd, 1997. she served as a reminder that there was still good in the world, that the hell that’d been inflicted upon generations could be salvaged, but never forgotten. to bill and fleur weasley, she was their victory. their ribbon tightly bound around their souls as if something of a gift. they’d named he victoire as a reminder of that. as if to say : we came, we saw, we conquered.
she’d had a fairly normal childhood, shell cottage was something of a dream and when dominique and louis were born, she couldn’t have been happier. victoire was never shy with her love and admiration for her siblings, much like that of her extended family. she saw them as her lifelines, as parts of her soul. this hadn’t changed over the years. her and dominique shared a bond that was greater than anything victoire knew she’d ever experience. her sister being the one person in the world that victoire would die for without so much as a hesitation.
she found herself sorted into ravenclaw upon enterting hogwarts, fully immersed in the house values and finding that they reflected well on her. she was a curious soul, always searching, always asking. longing to grow up to be something like her father. she began playing quidditch as the keeper in her third year up until she graduated. she was made prefect during her fifth and sixth year, becoming head girl in her seventh. she excelled at arithmancy and ancient runes, while she found herself loathing divination.
bill weasley was victoire’s biggest role model. a man with so much knowledge that she’d found herself, from a young age, listening to the outlandish stories he’d told her of times passed. quickly gaining a heavy interest in curse-breaking, of the thrill that came with the adventure. it was never a question that that was the career path in which she’d follow. and as much as her mother had attempted to sway her otherwise, she’d never quite managed to budge.
always dirtied knees and a mess of ripped silks and light cotton dresses, victoire was never meant to be something beautiful, something to be gawked at. however much the likes of rita skeeter tried. noting has a a beautiful blonde in just about every article, victoire was determined to prove herself as something more. it’s something of a sore spot for the woman. that she is boiled down to being something to gawk at, that her words are meaningless. that she wouldn’t be taken seriously because of her “beauty” making her slightly bitter towards her veela heritage.
upon graduating hogwarts, victoire was quick in being accepting into the cursebreaking program. finding herself an acceptance on her own merits and not simply because she was bill weasley’s daughter. a quick learner, she had a knack for recalling information needed, for remembering and picking up on languages that she may encounter. her favourite place to visit to this day is south america.
whilst she is employed by gringott’s wizarding bank, victoire over the years has found that her moral compass is a little skewed. she often times will give her services to the highest bidder, working more freelance under the table, therefore she’s crossed the bank a time or two for the likes of mystery buyers who want/need artifacts for their purposes. she doesn’t ask, she doesn’t tell. she simply found that her services were in demand, and breaking a few rules along the way has always made it all the more thrilling.
she’s a commitment-phobe, as seen below in my wanted connections. she had a fiance and she left them high and dry. victoire isn’t one to settle, or settle down for that matter. no matter how much of an example she should’ve been for her siblings and cousins alike, she remained a girl who couldn’t be bound by a ring or a singular person. she didn’t want a white picket fence with a family, it’s never been on her radar.
she lives in godric’s hollow, a comfortable home large enough for her siblings and cousins to come and go as they please if they want to. half of the time she isn’t even there, so yikes to houseplants.
victoire is cocky and arrogant and has a reputation of being such. a nuisance to society most would say. there isn’t a day when she isn’t reprimanded at her work for being reckless and she revels in it. she may not have inherited the weasley red hair but she inherited a mighty temper and a hot headed way of handling things.
she was relieved to find out that her magic has not gone away, in light of recent events. without it, she isn’t sure what she would do, who she would be. cursebreaking is her job, but it’s also a part of her. she loves ancient artifacts and cultures, when on a job she tends to get too invested in the people that it can sometimes take longer than need be. or she’ll just disappear for weeks on end to gain some perspective. she’s got a heart buried deep beneath her guise of selfishness and it’s been known to come out for certain people. her sister and brother most respectively, as well as albus and lily.
Literally if you need to know anything about Victoire, it can be summed up in this very gif.
CHARACTER INSPIRATION / PARALLELS : Evelyn O’Connell (The Mummy) ; Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) ; Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean) ; Padme Amidala (Star Wars) ; Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars)
CHARACTER TROPES : Jerk with a Heart of Gold ; Action Girl ; Thrill Seeker ; Deadpan Snarker ; Badass Bookworm
WANTED CONNECTIONS :
EX-FIANCE : Victoire has commitment issues, that much is certain. Her family notes it as an ongoing joke, there is little Victoire can commit to if it isn’t brought with the promise of gold, a curse, and an adventure. Yet, somehow, she’d found herself in a whirlwind romance, swept up in the experience of it all, and before she knew it she bore a rock on her finger and the anxiety grew. It’s been a couple years since she upheaved her life and left the fiance in question, opting to take jobs out of country as often as possible. She’d moved from the comfort of her flat in London and into a small home at the end of a quiet road in Godric’s Hollow to distance herself from her failure.
CLOSEST CONFIDANT : Victoire comes from a large family. Being the eldest of her siblings and cousins alike, she’d found it easier for them to bond with one another than for her to manage to do so. With that being said, I would love for Victoire to have someone she can rely on, a friend of sorts, perhaps someone from Hogwarts that she’d felt a kinship with. Just give me that closely knit group of friends that sit and gossip and generally want to bring down the patriarchy together please.
PARTNER IN CRIME : GIVE !! ME !! WORK !! FRIENDS !! Honestly, I can see Victoire wanting to go out on her own and such, but everyone needs someone to watch their back. So, fellow Cursebreakers unite. She is “officially” employed by Gringotts, but has been known to give her loyalty to the highest bidder in terms of under the table jobs. She’s great at what she does and she makes no secret of it.
