Post by Victoire Weasley on Feb 18, 2014 1:11:09 GMT -5
[presto]
Twenty-three
Female
Healer
Pure-Blood
Straight
Amber Heard
Victoire Amelia Weasley
 I have to talk about myself, don't I? I'm sure there are plenty of other interesting things. But, if you rather listen, then sit tight I s'pose. I think I have quite a long story to tell, so lets go back to the beginning. We all know the story of Harry Potter and the Battle of Hogwarts. Well, my family played quite a role in that battle. Not only did my parents host a safe house for the Order of The Phoenix, but every member of my family fought in the battle that day. My Uncle Fred gave his life that day to a fight for freedom and in the end his death was not in vain, though still a great loss. Two years after this battle, on it's anniversary I was born as the eldest of all my cousins. So naturally, as it was the anniversary of a battle that was so personal to my family, I was named Victoire which is the French name for victory. It seemed only fitting, after all. So if Louis tries to pull the whole "king of the babies" card because he was named after a king, don't encourage him. Clearly my name is far more superior than both my siblings- I was named to celebrate a victory my parents fought to achieve. Clearly superior. As I said before, I was the eldest out of all my cousins, Weasley's and Potter's. First born, first grandchild, really it had it's perks. There were no little siblings running around, no cousins hogging the attention. It was just me for the first couple years of my life. And let me tell you, it was bliss. It's not like I was...obsessed with the attention. It's just when you're the only one running around for a while, you grow rather use to it. It's inevitable really. But, don't worry, I have a rather large family and all of that ended very quickly.Especially when Dom was born. Everything changed when Dom attacked (and this is where I say not really, but lets be honest here this is Dom). The new baby was a bit of an adjustment, if I'm being honest. True, at this point I already had a couple cousins crawling around, but this baby was stuck at home with me and wasn't exactly leaving anytime soon. I remember she was a rather loud baby (which makes sense now) and I wasn't her biggest fan. All of my old clothes went to her, as well as my parents attention. All in all, I viewed her as a little pest in the beginning. There was one point where I walked up to my dad, nose pointed in the air, and asked when it was time to return the annoying baby. Unfortunately, instead of seeing results he just laughed and ruffled my hair and told me that would never happen. Dom was here to stay and I would get use to her eventually. Well, needless to say I didn't like that answer and when she was just learning to walk I may or may not have lightly pushed her down when she got in my way when both my parents heads were turned away. When she cried, I sat on the couch and claim she fell on her own. Completely innocent. But, eventually I did grow use to Dom being around and eventually I started putting her in all my toy strollers and paraded her around the house. So, when Louis came (the self-proclaimed king of the babies), I was more prepared and more welcoming to this new baby. I even gave him a few rounds in the stroller. Once mum had set him down on the baby mat and turned her head for a minute. So, I scooped him up when Dom was waddling around somewhere, Louis and I went for a stroll in front of the house while I pushed him in my toy stroller. Mum kind of freaked out when she saw Louis was missing, though, and yelled at me in French to put him back. I think the stroller trips ended there when mum put got a tad bit pissed. I think I dressed him up in doll's clothes one time, but I don't think I ever told him that. And considering the absence of pictures for blackmail, it really serves me no use. But there was also another person who played a key role in my early years, (and well throughout life but I'll get to that later). Teddy Lupin, whose godfather was my uncle, Harry. He tagged around to all the family events as if he was practically a Weasley himself. And only being just a tad bit older than I was, we grew close very quickly. Practically joined at the hip- he was my best friend. But, I'll cover Teddy more later. Our family's not exactly considered quiet. Dominique has always been a bit more...rambunctious than Louis or I. She was on her own level. Louis was the ham of the family while I was always a bit more practical and quieter than them. Not to say I was shy, because I certainly wasn't. I did and still do love meeting new faces and hearing new stories. But there were times when I'd rather keep to myself and become engrossed in a book rather than causing mayhem or whatever my siblings were doing. Like Louis gluing half the items in the house down when Grandpa introduced him to superglue. Mum wasn't too happy when she discovered that one, while I found it hilarious. Growing up mum would speak French around us when dad was at work, so I know just a little bit to understand it. Can I speak it fluently? That's a different story. When Dom and Louis were little, mum quit work for a bit to stay home with them while I was at school, and they got a bit more French lessons than I did. Mum always found it easier to talk in her native tongue when it was just her with the three of us. However, when dad came home and mum started her job again, English became the dominant language in the house hold. When I turned eleven and september was looming over us, it was time for me to go to Hogwarts. Teddy was already there, so I wouldn't be completely alone, but I was the eldest of all my siblings and cousins so I would be without them. Surprisingly, I wasn't too thrilled about that at first, no matter how many times Teddy reassured me things would be just fine. In attempts to calm my nerves, dad went and bought me a tabby cat named Apollo. I loved that cat: he was the sweetest thing imaginable. He lived until I was twenty before he passed. But, as dad predicted, the cat did the trick. I boarded the train after saying my long goodbyes and after mum smothered me in a hug, cooing something in French that I acted like I understood.When I had arrived at Hogwarts the nerves picked up again, however, as I was herded with all the other first years. I caught sight of Teddy in the great hall and he gave me a big grin which, I won't lie, did help. When it was my turn to put on the hat, it was only on my head for a short period of time. It debated putting me in Gryffindor where all my family had gone before me practically. But instead, to my surprise, it shouted out Ravenclaw and I went to join the cheering table. Ravenclaw proved to be a good fit as the years went on. I fit in pretty well with most of the people i my house, even one of my cousins joining me eventually. I kept my scores as high as I could, without becoming completely dull, though Dom may beg to differ. I always had my mind set on what I wanted to do after Hogwarts ended, so I made sure my grades never really slipped below E's and remained mostly O's. Now looking back, school went by in a flash. It feels like just yesterday I was there when Dominique was sorted into Gryffindor, just like our dad. My fifth year and on I joined the quidditch team after years of just playing against my family.I was just good enough that they kept me on the team my last two years, but my chaser skills can't compare to Dom's. I can see her having long and wonderful career with Quidditch. She's amazing. Anyway, quidditch gave me something else to occupy my time with, especially since Teddy was getting ready to leave Hogwarts. Teddy Lupin and I have always been close, that's never been a secret. He was practically a Weasley himself as Uncle Harry always brought him to all our major family events. My last year of Hogwarts, we started dating and it was pure bliss from the start to my teenage brain at least. Even since we were kids, I always held Teddy so high in my head. He was always so fascinating to me, with a very sharp wit himself, kind, and if I'm being blunt pretty damn attractive. It was heaven those months we dated. Which then turned to a year. Which then dragged on a little farther. I had started an intern job at Mungo's as I began my training as a Healer, the job I had always wanted and worked so hard for. It wasn't long after that that Teddy proposed. Probably some of the ugliest crying known to man happened that day as I said yes. Teddy was...amazing and I loved him more than I can express. And that's when everything fell apart. He ended the engagement abruptly and disappeared from contact for months and I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and torn into a billion pieces. He'd made one of my fears a reality, that I was never good enough and I would be left alone. And I was. It was only more than a year later that I discovered why he had ended it, which I still feel was a tad unfair. But maybe that's the Weasley stubbornness speaking. He'd been suffering from depression and had checked himself in at Mungo's, right under my nose, for therapy and under suicide watch. To this day, I can't figure out why he hadn't trusted me with this information, why he felt like telling me would only bring me down with him. No, keeping this from me and ripping out my heart in the process, no that's what brought me down. So in turn, I took a year off in France, living with my aunt. My French was still pretty rusty, but the longer I stayed there the easier it came. I took a year off of the work I loved and kept little contact with my family, which I now strongly wish I hadn't. I kind of kept the details of the trip to a minimum from my family and Teddy, so I would appreciate you do the same. I was in a fragile state, the one person I loved most broke it off without any explanations. It killed me. So, when I separated myself from everyone for that year...I almost separate me from myself as well. I went out almost every weekend that I wasn't working at the local cafe. Because, lets face it, if I was going to be living with Aunt Gabrielle, I needed some small job to help provide for myself. And it did keep my mind busy with all the simple tasks. It technically wasn't a vacation, but it was better than dealing with injuries all day. But I met a group of muggle friends from the cafe and we drank most nights. To the point where I would practically throw myself at the first willing guy I saw (which might have been a bit). I needed to feel alive, to feel wanted. I felt like I was fifteen again when I went away. I hated the feeling after, grabbing my shoes and leaving flats like a coward. It didn't last but three months before I started feeling like Vic again. There came a point when someone turned on a light switch in my head and I had enough of the life I was living. Getting drunk every other night was not why I escaped to France like the coward I was acting like. It was for me to take a break from everything and everyone and get my life in order. So that's what I did. I started limiting my time out on the weekends, starting hanging out with a group of girls around my age down the street and actually going out to see France. I spent a week or so up in Paris just sightseeing. True, mum has taken us before, but this was different somehow. Refreshing. So when the year ended, I felt like myself. I felt like the old, strong Victoire I once was. True, I still had a few pieces missing, but I was me and not that coward who first arrived in France. But when I came back I might as well have taken two steps back. I was happy to see my sister again. We have grown closer as the years went on, I definitely don't hate her like I did when she was first born. True, she was still rambunctious but we get on pretty well. And shortly after I paid a visit to Louis, where he came out. I never realized how much I missed both my siblings until I saw them after that year apart. It was nice, I picked up my old job at Mungos and started truly getting my life back in order with this fresh new start. Until I found at Teddy had slept with my cousin Molly. Molly might has well have slapped me in the face because that's what it felt like. And no one told me at first until Dom finally let the cat out of the bag. Thank god for her. I walked in from France blind as a bat and hit with this bomb. I know I had been quiet since I arrived in France, but one would think I should at least know that my cousin shagged my ex-fiance? It hurt so much. The old fears resurfaced and I couldn't even look at Molly. I couldn't look at her without thinking this is my cousin and she shagged my former fiancee. It made me cringe, even if every bone in my body knew it was over between Teddy and I. I'll probably always love Teddy, whether that means we'll be together or not. He always has a spot in my heart I don't think would ever heal. Not long after I came back last year, Teddy and I met up to...set things out in the open. He finally let me in on why he left, told me about his depression and even apologized for Molly. I tried brushing it off like I wasn't hurt, but it was obvious he saw through me. Teddy knew me. But now I've been back for a year and counting. I've taken up my old Healer job at Mungos and I realize why I loved my job so much. France was fun, but I love being back in reality..for the most part. But there you have it. The life story of Victoire. I hope I didn't bore you to death, or make my life sound like a soap opera. But I'm kind of happy with the place I'm in right now. I'm starting to feel strong again. I'm starting to feel like the old Victoire. And I plan to keep it like that the best I can. Bay Twenty-two GMT |
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