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Victoire let out a little shriek before unconsciously reaching for her own wand, where it usually was, in her front pocket. Of course, it wasn't there. Thinking quickly, she knelt in front of Lily.
"Lils, you have to do this. Make the drain spew it up, it's the only wand we have!" Lily gave a quick little nod and squeezed her eyes shut. She crinkled up her nose and balled her fists.
Dom stood by the drain, waiting for it to pop up. When it didn't, she turned to Molly, who shrugged and gave her a I-don't-really-care look.
Victoire held Lily by the shoulders and shook her a little. "Come on, Lil, come on! You can do it, I know you can." Lily continued to concentrate.
The drain gurgled and spit out some bubbles. Victoire leaped from the floor and thrust her hand into the sink, hoping to catch the wand. Suddenly, the drain shot out a fountain of water, hitting Vic in the face. It kept filling the sink with water, and soon, the sink was overflowing. Victoire pulled her hand out of the watery sink and herded all three girls out of the room. "Don't look back, this is how we found it." she whispered as she opened the door to James and Fred's room. Dom hesitated. "Vic, thats-" she was cut short by Lily's yell. "Ewwwww! Freddie!" She slapped her hands over her eyes and ran out of the room. "Yuck, yuck yuck!"
The three older girls turned back to see James and Fred lounging on the bed in nothing but their boxers. Vic rolled her eyes and told them in her best I'm-not-Head-Girl-anymore-but-I'll-pretend-I-am-so -you'd-better-listen-to-me-or-else voice, "You have twenty seconds to make yourselves decent before I decide you have to sleep on the floor in Albus' room. One, two, three!" she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, both of them were in their respective beds, with the covers up to their chins. Molly rolled her eyes and sat down on James' bed and started examining her nails while Dom rooted around in the bathroom for paper towels or something absorbent for the flood. After having no success for twenty minutes, she left.
Just then, the door opened, sending Victoire, who was leaning on it, flying into the door-opener's arms, who happened to be Teddy. "Graceful much?" he teased as his hair turned from mousy brown to bright turquoise. Victoire giggled, but sobered when she realized what she had to tell him. She straightened up and pulled him inside, and closed the door. "Ted," she said, breathing in deeply. "I have something to tell you." His eyes widened and he guided them both into the bathroom and shut the door. "Okay." She knew the worse she made it out to be, the more relieved he would be that no one was hurt or dying or pregnant (that wasn't supposed to be, anyway). This trick worked all the time with her dad. And Uncle Ron, and Uncle Charlie, and Uncle Percy and especially Uncle Harry. Uncle Charlie never scolded anyone but Nana Molly for nagging him, anyway, so he didn't count. He could be coaxed into anything. Even wearing a pink boa and prancing around the living room like Victoire made him do when she was four. Good times, good times.
"I-lost your wand. I'm sorry. I dropped it down the sink and Lily tried to magick it up, but...it didn't work." she said. Ted stared at her for a minute and started to laugh. "That's it? Merlin, Vic, I thought someone was dying or something!" Worked every time. Suddenly Ted turned to her. "Really? You're not joking?" Vic mournfully shook her head. Ted shook his head and took one of her hands in his own. "It's okay. Let's go back, this vacation has been nothing but disaster anyway." He started to rub circles on her hand with his own. Suddenly he looked down. "Victoire, where's your ring?" She felt a wave of panic as she looked down and was greeted by the absence of the normally twinkling diamond. "The sink...it must have washed away...oh, gosh Ted, I'm so sorry." He looked up at her with something in his eyes that she couldn't place. "Vic, it's fine. Really. I'm sorry, because I won't be able to get you one...for a while." She felt horribly guilty. Ted was still an Auror-In-Training, and he didn't make much. She knew
he'd been saving for that ring before he left Hogwarts. "Ted, I really am..." He nodded and gave her a hug. Ten milliseconds later, she felt him sort of seize up and rush out of the room. "I have an idea!" He rummaged around in James' rucksack, looking for whatever it was he needed so badly. "Aha!" he held up a black Muggle marker.
He beckoned Vic over and she went hesitantly, fearful for his sanity. He gently took her hand in his own and drew a band with a sloppy imitation of a diamond on her left ring finger. "There. So people know we're still engaged. It's not a ring, but-" Vic toire cut hims off. "C'est la meme chose." (it's the same thing). She gave him a smile and leaned in to kiss him.
"Eeeeewwww! PDOUA!" James shouted from the other end of the room. Fred stared at him. "PDOUA? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" James started jumping on the bed. "Public display of unwarranted affection, you numpty!" He smacked Fred with a pillow and Fred retaliated by pushing James into the tiny bit of space between the bed and the wall. James slid down with an "Oompf!" and then, "Help! Ted, Help! This prat is trying to resize me! I'm shrinking by the minute! The pressure's too much. My organs are collapsing! Help! Or I'll tell Dad about the Marauder's Map! Help!"
Ted reluctantly broke away from Victoire and helped James up. "You're such a drama queen, mate, it's unbelievable. And I'm fairly certain Harry knows about the Marauders' Map. Considering it was confiscated by him."
James gave a goofy little grin before launching himself at Fred. "Cannonball!" He severely misjudged his aim, however and ended up head-butting Molly, who was still perched at the edge of the bed.
Molly gave a scream of outrage and started thwacking James with the nearest thing she could find, which happened to be the TV Guide. Teddy and Vic laughed as the rest of the family barreled in through the door, (Hugo could do Alohomora without a wand, apparently, but Rose still claimed it was her doing. Everyone was wondering who Vic was beating to a bloody pulp on the other side because they all wanted to watch) and started jumping on the bed, pillow fighting and just generally having a crazy time.
"You sure you want to go back?" Vic asked Ted.
"Okay, good. Because I can't stand them anymore." Together they left the room, hand in hand, seeking some much-needed alone time.
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