Victoire Weasley was not a woman who was easily stressed. Quick to anger, yes, quick to forgive, yes. But stress didn't make a regular appearance in her life unless it related to Teddy. Him and that stupid ring and her stupid feelings and…well. A sigh escaped her lips and she raked her fingers through already messy blonde hair. If focusing on papers was an impossible task before, it was even more so now. Him and that ring. She just couldn't get it off her mind.

Her and Teddy had a history. Granted it wasn't all pretty and perfect, but it was there. As much as some days it drove her crazy. It had taken her a while, but she had realized it. Maybe it had been in the process of them falling in love when they were younger. Or maybe it had been when she had tried dating while Teddy was gone. Every particle of her being wanted to have him near her. But they had an emotional chasm opened between them. She wasn't sure how much she could trust him, how much she could commit. She just wanted him to take charge. That was something she could understand. That was something she could deal with.

The woman closed her eyes, set down her quill and massaged her temples. A man like Teddy was not good for her head. At least not when they were apart. When they were together it was fine, they were happy, he made her laugh and smile. He was the one person she could listen to for hours. "Bloody hell" the curse was muttered, almost low enough to be under her breath. She set the papers to the side with a resigned pout. She would have to tackle them later. Her concentration was at zero, and she really didn't know what else to do. Aside from sit in her classroom and avoid the future dinner in the Great Hall. Maybe she could slip into the kitchen and get food then go hide out somewhere quiet and read a book or something…. In fact, that sounded like a fantastic idea...

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Tagged;; Teddy Lupin
Words;; 355
Notes;; My little angsty weasley XD

Teddy was bored. When Teddy found himself bored in his school days, disaster tended to strike school. Now he had to refrain from messing things up too badly. So he was wandering the halls in his jeans and t-shirt. It was a far cry from the stuffy robes his professors wore when he attended, but when he was not teaching he did not see the point. He didn't want his students thinking of him as uptight or stuffy. He put on the suit and tie when he was teaching, but he did not see the point when he was just, wandering.

He couldn't stand another second of grading his student's papers. They were meant to tell him the differences between animagi, werewolves and metamorphmagi, but with so many mistakes he could barely read them without wanting to fail each and every student. He was sure quite a few of them would get mauled by a werewolf if they looked it in the eye on a full moon, thinking it a pretty puppy.

He knew the material as a first year, but he could not put that against his students. With all the stories about his parents, and his dad's school days it was hard not to pick up the information, as for metamorphmagi he heard the stories of his mother, and he sat down attempting to learn how to control his ability from an early age with mixed results. His abilities were still something he could not quite control when he got too emotional.

It did give him insight as to which students were what, and he was surprised to know there were a few werewolves in the bunch. They knew far too much about it to not be. Not to mention he would need to have a talk with Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione about not warning him about Rose and her new animagi status.

He found himself coming upon Victoire's office and let himself in quietly. He watched her for several minutes, not making a sound as not to alert her. He snickered lightly at her cursing, in the quiet of the room he managed to pick it up however quiet she was.

"Why Ms. Weasley, such fowl language." He snickered. Teddy was bored and he found someone to bother. Luckily for his victim he quite enjoyed Victoire's company so he wouldn't likely do anything as to hurt their relationship further. He realized he was already on unsteady ground with her. There was no need to make a sinkhole he would not be able to pull himself out of so to speak.

Words?! Will count later?!
Tags?!Victoire!
Notes?!none?!