à ma soeur

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

Victoire,

Bon soir, ma soeur. It's getting dark as I write this and it's snowing again. I'm sitting in the ledge of my window with my feet dangling out the tower - I love the feel of snow on my skin. But you know I love the cold. I think if I could choose how I'd die, I'd freeze to death. Sounds sort of romantic, right?

Luckily none of my roommates are up here right now or they'd be whining for me to close the window. Though when they do finally drag themselves up here I'm sure they'll complain about the snow blowing all over everything. Oh well, they'll get over it.

But I'm rambling. I really just wanted to write you about the Yule Ball. I guess it reminded me of the weather, I don't know. I've got a problem, Tori. I haven't asked anyone to the ball yet, and frankly I've never had to before. They all sort of just... come to me? Call me egotistical but that's how it goes. I'm sure it was the same with you, too.

Mphm, I don't know what to do or who to ask. I don't think there's anyone I even want to ask right now, but I know I want to go. Conundrum? Help me, sissy!

Avec tout mon amour,
Louis

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

Mon petit chou,

Louis! How good to hear from you! My days get quite long when I
can't work and Teddy has to be away to get the thing we call money.
Sigh. Tragic, is it not? I feel so lonely sitting in the flat all by myself. I
can't wait until I'll be able to work and move around properly again.

I know what you mean about the snow, my dear little brother. When
you come back for the holidays, we can sit out in the snow and let
everyone else stare. No one questions the pregnant lady.

And you want advice on the dance? I don't know exactly what to tell you,
to be honest, Louis, my dear. Are there any pretty girls in your year or
maybe one or two below? I was usually asked and didn't need to do the
asking. Though, you could go stag and have every girl there dance with
you, Louis! I'm not very helpful, I'm afraid.

I will see you over Christmas break, won't I?

Love,
Victoire

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

Vic,

I sure as anything wouldn't question the pregnant lady. Maybe they'll all figure you've snapped and sitting out in the cold and snow is just a way for you to deal with crazy hormones? Of course, I won't have an excuse for joining you. Or for taking my shirt off so I can feel the snowflakes on my back. But whatever, that's my problem.

What do you do all day in your flat anyway? I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself or anything (I know you're more than capable), but I would imagine it does get tiresome day after day. On the other hand, you could always... What, learn how Muggles knit or something.

Oh please don't do that, I'd have to stop being your brother.

And I suppose going stag could be excellent fun. Maybe it would heighten that sense of "untouchable" Veela mystery or whatever. Should I be embarrassed to have Veela blood? You don't exactly see male Veelas everyday.

Though... I guess there might be someone. I don't know, maybe not. It's just a passing fancy formed in a moment of crisis I think, but if I can't tell you I can't tell myself. I've got to think this out. I met a girl a year below me named Ruth Burrow. She's incredibly quiet - apparently she's known for not talking, like ever. She hardly even talks to her friends, and considering my own social habits, it's weird for me to even be thinking about her. But there's... something. Or maybe not. She was kind to me when I needed it, and maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself. If she ever does even talk to me, I don't how long I could tolerate her silence, you know?

I'll put some serious thought into going stag. Girls shouldn't be complicated, and she's had me thinking about her too much already.

And you had better see me during holidays. Ditch Teddy for a while at least so we can talk for the first time in ages, oui?

Ton frère,
Louie

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

Louis,

Yes, it's a good excuse for anything. But you can just be keeping
me company. Then they'll think that you're sweet and give you
an extra piece of cake or something. I don't know. I won't
question you. Though, I'm not taking my shirt off, even if you ask
me to. Sorry.

Good question. I've been looking through things for a house for
a few days. Teddy said that he thinks that we might be able to
afford one soon! Isn't that exciting? I'll have a real house of my
own! Then she'll have somewhere to run around besides the
hallway.

Nothing to be embarassed about. It gives you your looks. People
like those lots. But the untouchable aura could be good for you,
dear. Try it! Start a fashion!

Oh? A girl caught your fancy? Oh la la! I have to meet her, Louis! I
have to see who this girl is who is making you react like this! No
one has done that yet! Maybe you should ask her, Louie, and see
how much silence you can stand. Dances are a good time for that.
If you don't like the girl, you can just dance with someone else.

Let me know how it all goes. I'm on the end of my seat. Well,
not really, because I'd probably be thrown off balance now if I
was.

Teddy can come along, can't he? He gets me things when I ask
for them!

Love,
Vicky

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

Victoire,

Won't we look a couple of glorious fools, sitting out in the snow? i'm enjoying this prospect, and will hold you to it when I get home for holiday. Please, though, keep your shirt on. I think baby inside might get too cold otherwise.

Plus you're my sister and that's wrong.

You're getting a house? Oh my god, where? That's exciting... it's getting pretty real, huh? It's obviously got to be different for you, but your whole "getting married and having kids" seems so unreal to me. I love Teddy and all, grew up with him and everything. And I know you're happy. But it's still... odd. Don't see me as an Uncle yet, anyhow.

Have you thought of any names yet? I'm begging you, don't name her after any relatives, god knows we have enough of that in this family. And you're going to teach her French, oui? Maman might flip a shit otherwise. Makes me wonder, does Ted know French?

But back to talking about me, I don't think I could take literal "untouchable." I enjoy the reputation more than the reality that comes with it, if you know what I mean, wink wink. Three cheers for mum's Veela blood!

And I don't even know about Ruth. I only talked to her earlier this afternoon, and it was mostly me talking anyway. It's difficult to keep up the majority of the conversation. People I talk to appear to have more to say - silly me, I've gone and gotten used to it. But still, she's interesting. I'll write you if anything ever pans out.

I can just picture you losing balance - sounds like you. (Loveyoumeanit). Does this mean you're showing yet or anything? Really huge? Oh god, if that's true I can't wait to take the mickey out of you when I get home.

Teddy can come if he gets me stuff, too. I like my tea scalding hot, make sure he knows.

Avec tout mon amour,
Louie

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

Louis,

Glorious fools because we are glorious. Beautiful, I mean. And
all that. But the little baby might not like the cold. She doesn't
like a lot of things. Like eating three times a day? She doesn't
approve of that. I wish she would.

I don't know where yet. Somewhere lovely, I hope. I'm still picking
out places to take Teddy to look at when he gets enough time off.
It's still really weird to think that she's going to be... real, you
know? I mean, now she's just an unnamed pain, but soon she's
going to be real and run around and cry and pull my hair. She's
going to... exist, you know? Well, I don't know if you understand,
but can you see what I mean? I don't see myself as a mother
yet either, and I have the bump to prove it.

Oh, no family. Ted and I agreed on that. And, of course, she's
going to know French. Just don't tell Teddy. He doesn't want us
to have some "secret language." But she's learning it. Maybe
she'll even like it too. It's easier to teach that way. But Teddy
knows enough to say my name properly and whisper dirty things
in my ear. That hardly counts.

Louis, you awful person. The blood does come in handy, though.
Never had a Valentine's Day without a date, thank you very much.
Hold your applause.

Hm. Tell me as soon as anything happens. I need to know what is
going on in your life. It keeps me from worrying so much about
the size of my jeans.

Thank you, Louie. I love that, really. Hmph. And, yes, I'm bloody
showing! Not... I don't know. I feel huge - bigger than I've ever
been. My jeans, you know those really cute ones I bought last
year? They don't fit anymore! I grew out of them today. What am
I supposed to wear? Those hideous maternity robes for months?
Teddy won't even want to touch me with those on.

I'll be sure to let him know. I'm love hot chocolate more and more
these days. Maybe he can get our drinks for us. I just have the
"I'm carrying your bloody baby, prick," card to play if I need to.

Love,
Vicky

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

Victoire,

Baby might not like to eat three times a day, so I'll go ahead and eat three times a day for you. Not as much for two people because that's disgusting, but the sentiment is there. Who says I'm not a nice brother?

And I'd hate for you to have to live somewhere that's not lovely. We grew up in a not-too-shabby cottage if you hadn't noticed, and I can only assume you want something like that for your daughter. Which begs the question, where did Teddy grow up? Vic, don't compromise your values if Teddy grew up in the city or something. Stick to your guns and buy that white picket fence!

And je sais, mon cher, je sais. It is difficult to imagine that far into the future when it's going to change so drastically. Pretty soon she'll be walking and talking and calling you maman and other adorable things that babies do. And it helps that you and Teddy are both good-looking people, or we might have to suffer an ugly baby. Though I can only assume Teddy's good-looking, he could look completely different for all I know. (I've a sneaking suspicion "blue" is not his natural color).

Thank whatever powers that are, you're not naming her after anyone we know. I can't imagine a probably beautiful baby like yours will be being named after Grandmère Apolline. Ergh. As for speaking French, oh god, do it. You and your daughter should totally have a secret language. It'll drive him nuts and I've always found he has amusing reactions when flustered.

Egads, Vic, you've outgrown your jeans? Woman, you're pregnant. That sort of thing is to be expected. Though if you're talking about the pair I think you're talking about, this is indeed a tragedy. And if you resort to Muggle maternity robes, I swear I will stop writing. Just magick them bigger. No one's going to know the difference. Yet. Ha ha.

And trust me, I'll let you know what's going on with me just as soon as it happens. I find it helps if I get my muddled thoughts on paper, and you're the only one without a life at the moment so you can read them. (Loveyou). Plus, I'm curious as to this whole Ruth thing myself. Until then, don't go making any sort of unrealistic plans or whatever as I know you're wont to do with any other girl I ever mention. And there's been quite a few of those.

Add me to your Valentine's day record, Vic. But remember you'll never have to search for a date again - is that boring? Sounds like it would get old. "Happy Valentine's... Oh, it's you. Again."

Avec tout mon amour,
Louie

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

Louis,

Ugh. Thanks, Louis. Now if you could let me eat three times a day,
that would be great. Then you'll be about the greatest brother
to ever walk the face of the planet.

I want to live in a nice little place. I want swings out back and lots
of room for her to run around like a crazy little girl. I want her to
be able to do all of that, you know? And I know she should have
some friends to hang around and all that, but I don't want to live
in the middle of some dirty city. Especially not if she might not be
able to control her magic, you know. I don't want her to feel...
different in the middle of muggles. But we can't have a fence -
then she wouldn't be able to run as far.

Oh, I know. She'll be adorable but... real. And it's... odd. I've
never had a baby, you know. And the last one I really spent any
time with was Hugo. I could hand him off when I didn't want to
deal with him anymore. I can't do that with her. I'm the one they
are going to hand her off to.

Oh yes. French, it is. She'll be greeting you in French before you
know it. Doesn't it sound adorable? "Bonjour, Louis"? Cute?

I don't want those awful things. I want my cute jeans and
dresses and figure back, thank you. I don't want to have to
make everything bigger and have everyone know that they
aren't my normal size anymore.

Thanks. I do love you too, even though you feel the need to insult
me and make me feel bad about sitting at home and looking at
baby things. I was looking through names either. Something
heard of, I think, without being too dreadfully common. Any
ideas?

Hm. We'll just have to spice Valentine's Day up then. After she
comes, I swear, we better have freaking amazing sex to make
up for it. Wait. Was that not innocent enough? Do you think she
can tell what I'm thinking?

Victoire

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

Victoire,

It is my greatest dream for you to be able to eat three times a day, ma soeur but baby comes first. Personal comfort? What a selfish idea! Until that day when your appetite normalizes again, you've still about five months left to eat peanut butter and sushi, or whatever other baffling cravings you might have. You have my dearest sympathy.

I suppose it would be for the best if you were to live out in the country, away from the prying eyes of Muggles and their own little rug rats. If my niece starts shooting fireworks from her fingertips in the middle of supper, I don't believe Muggles would find that as amusing as we would. They'd probably phone one of those funny doctors in their white coats and make a big scientific case out of baby girl's first display of magic. Nope, country sounds perfect, I think.

Can't wait to hear her stumbling over past participles and the future imperfect and pluperfect in French! How adorable to imagine! With good luck she'll have your Ravenclaw brains over this Gryffindor chivalry nonsense (Ted was a lion, right?), and will speak the language of love better than mum herself. And the more I think about it, the more I've decided I'm going to be one of those cool uncles that teaches her to do cool stuff. With our permission of course. Wouldn't dream of going behind your back to teach her how to be as vain as possible. You might want her more well rounded than I am.

Ah, I love babies. Hurry up and have her already so I can fuss over her, will you?

And you know I'm joking, Vic! It must be stressful to have to constantly worry about the well being of your unborn daughter, and my making jokes is only to help you smile, I hope. In the interim, keep happy, Vic. You're having a baby! And you'll be a wonderful mother to her, if I can judge by the way you practically raised me.

Then, to go and ruin my heartfelt and genuine sentiment to you, we're talking about sex? Well, that I can certainly do. I find it most fun on Valentine's day, of course, though I've never been with a girl long enough to see two holidays with her. I'm sure you and Teddy can... figure something out. After all, nine months is a long time to wait and I would bet Teddy's starting to get antsy. You definitely need to tease him about that. It'll drive him batty.

Avec tout mon amour,
Louie

[.VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY !]

Louis,

Ugh. I hope she's greatful. Years later when she is complaining
about something I've done, I can tell her that I haven't been able
to eat... and won't. For months. Cant she just come already?

Country sounds fine to me. I just have to convince Teddy of that.
I don't know if he really wants to let me pick the house like he
seems to be letting me. I want a nice little cottage with two or
three bedrooms and swings and enough room to make a little
girl tired enough to go to bed on time. There she can fly around
on a broom and mess around all she'd like. We can floo any
where we really need to go.

Oh, now you're getting me excited! Whenever I think about
money, having a baby sounds unfun and highly unpractical.
With talk like this, though, it makes it sound a lot better. Just a
little girl running around to keep us all on our toes. You'll come
to visit often, won't you? I want her to know her uncle and the
proper use of the language!

And, oh yes, Louis. Right on it. Might as well get to the hospital
already.

Oh, I hope so. What if I mess up? I might have messed up with
you. We just wouldn't know it.

Yes, we're talking about sex. It got me here in the first place,
didn't it? So, yes, we're talking about it. I freaking want it again,
but as a healer, I know that it's wrong and could hurt the baby
and whatever. God. I feel bad for every woman I've said it to.
Maybe just once? How could it hurt? But after this is over, some-
one might need to babysit her for a day or two for us to catch us.
God. I'm getting impatient. We're not even half way there yet.
Ugh.

Victoire