You've got to do it - ~ Victoire

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Checking his arm to look at the watch he was wearing today, but it was not just any normal watch. It was one of those honorific Auror watches that they usually got when they passed their Auror training. Bartholomew was one of the lucky few to actually have gotten enough training to deal with rogue wizards and the sorts that were on the wanted list. Well, he always carried a copy of the wanted lists around with him just in case he encountered these wizards while he was off duty. Like today when he had decided to take a day off for a change, the brown skin shimmering off the sun, however he knew he wouldn't get a sun burn easily at least. Even as it was just the beginning of the school year for many students so this place wasn't as busy as it usually was. Although he did usually see a face here or there that he recognized.

Having called up one of his best friends, Victoire to go out to have a drink at the leaky cauldron..the only pub he usually drank at. Today he was wearing casual blue jeans, along with a white shirt covered by a black sweat-shirt, but it had no collar to it looked like. At least it was a normal sweater instead of the usual other strange shirts he had thanks to his father hand-me-down shirts. Strange as it was he didn't want to be seen dressing up the same as his father. Sure, he had his own style already but now he was walking up towards the pub doors at his height of 5'11", pushing up his sun-glasses as the sun had been rather merciless today. Once he pushed past the doors of the leaky cauldron, he soon found his way towards the bar.

Instantly ordering a fire whiskey since he had a long day at work the last few days, plus he just wanted to get wasted while having fun with his best friend. It was a rare opportunity that they both had the same time off, but a few drinks surely wouldn't hurt either of them at all. Plus they both also had a lot to catch up on he was sure. As soon as the bartender finally got around to making his drink he looked around as he leaned casually on the bar tapping his white running shoes on the ground. Black, curly hair wavered slightly as he brushed some his hair back a little before taking his drink to move to one of the tables near the door way to see if he could scare her. Noticing a blond walk in, he suddenly got up to shout, "HEY!" he said to her.

Then realized that it wasn't her, but he got a good startled look out of the woman, however, he probably knew that Victoire was behind her so he settled down, deciding to play nice after being slapped by doing that. Having apologized to the woman almost instantly as he realized that it wasn't Victoire, if his blush was visible, it would be seen on his face right here, luckily his skin hid his blushing.

Notes; ahahahaha

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire stood up from the armchair in her room. She’d unintentionally taken a nap while reading a book there. Stretching, she worked the kinks out of her shoulders. Taking a look at herself in the mirror, she frowned at what she was still wearing. Her pajamas basically. She wore tight black leggings, and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess. Sighing, she ran a hand through her thick curly blonde hair and walked over to the tiny closet. Opening it, she pulled her wand out from the waistband of her pants. Waving it around in the closet, different outfits showed themselves to her and that’s how she picked what she would wear on her one day off. She shimmied out of her pajamas and slipped into a pair of dark blue jeans. Picking out a red long sleeve shirt, she pulled it down over her head and lifted her hair from the depths of the shirt. It tumbled down her shoulders and she waved her wand to make it look just a tiny bit better.

Slipping on some heals Vic left her room. Living in the Leaky Cauldron was a bit hard. She was a constant tenant and had seen many people come in go. Most of them were loud and rude. The younger people kept her up all night, and the older ones crowded the lobby with their tea parties. Walking down the stairs, she patted her pocket. There were a few coins in there, just enough for one drink at the bar. She got paid very well to be the Senior Undersecretary, but most of her money went to bills, and living here. She thought for a moment that her day might just be boring and bland, when she remembered that Bart had asked her to meet him here. A grin spread across her face and she took the last few flights of stairs three at a time.

Stopping in the lobby, she arrived just in time to see Bart shout at some blonde lady, who turned to slap him. Laughing quietly to herself, Vic walked over to the bar, her heals clicking on the wood floor. Putting her hands in front of his eyes, she smiled and put her head next to his. "Guess who?” she asked, her voice low and gravely. Laughing she put her hands on the bar and sat next to Bart. She looked around. There weren’t many guys here today. She usually had a plan. It was a mean plan, but it was a plan. She would dress up real nice looking, then come down here and sit all lonely and such at the bar, waiting for a cute guy to walk in. Then she would charm him and he would buy her a drink, and wahla! She could get free drinks all night. But today it was too early for people to be in here.

Vic elbowed her best friend, her silly grin on her face. "A fire whiskey already Bart? " she questioned, laughing. Then she ordered her own fire whiskey from the bartender. It burned her throat as she threw it back, but she just let her eyes water a bit. Thinking of her eyes watering, she realized that she hadn’t thrown on any makeup before leaving her room. Thoroughly embarrassed by this, she thought of using her wand to apply it. But sometimes she came out looking like a clown, so she shoved the thought to the back of her head. "How have you been Bart? We haven’t hung out in a while!"


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this is for BART! it came out to be a lovely 596 words long, and my character is wearing something like jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and heals!. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

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[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew was already downing his first fire whiskey easily as the thought of rogue wizards making his day miserable enough, and now he had a slap to the face. Oddly, he wasn't too happy about it, but who would be after that embarrassing moment when he though it was Victoire. Bart knew he deserved it, but Victoire could have at least spoken up sooner before it happened. Just acting a little weird towards his best friend, he soon just finished it and whipped up to the bar to ask the bartender for another one. All the words that left his mouth were, "Hit me," and then turned back to walk towards Victoire again.

Soon moving to sit with her again, as he brought two fire whiskeys with him this time, and they wouldn't really burn through his stomach. Bart honestly had a healthy immune system, and fire whiskey may run right through him. It left him with a craving for food, but he sated his hunger by munching on some chips that were put out on the table. What kind of pub would it be if it didn't have chips for it's patrons to snack on? From time to time he would end up finishing a bowl of them, and then another, until he realized he should stop eating. Bart was hilarious when he was drunk though, and tonight was going to be no different.

Since Victoire was actually able to get time off for a change, he wondered how work was going for her in her own department since he rarely saw her when he went out to deal with wanted wizards. Aurors had the most dangerous jobs, next to the people in Control and Regulations for Care of Magical Creatures under that division. Since they usually have to deal with wizard killers sometimes, and that in itself is something that made him think he had the easier career path at times. One day he would be the head of the Ministry of Magic just like his father had been, that was his secret goal while working for the current head of it.

Draco Malfoy, he knew of him and from what he had heard, had defected from Lord Voldemort's original death eaters army, smart move in fact, but he probably remembered that day just like yesterday. Bart was getting mixed up in his thoughts as he then spoke to Victoire again, "Yeah, long day at the office, and dealing with some rambunctious wizards lately...other than that, I'd say the day has indeed warranted me to drown my worries away with fire whiskey," he responded solemnly, not afraid of telling her what he thought. After all she was his best friend, and he usually bought her the first round until later when he was smashed. Then he tried getting her to buy him all the drinks in the world.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Vic laughed. He’d come to see her at a table, then meandered away. Only to come back with two fire whiskeys. She drank some more of her own drink while watching him. He had indeed had a long day at the office. He seemed like he was in great need of sleep. He looked really tired, but she knew that the fire whiskey would soon perk his spirits and he would be up and about, joking around with everyone, laughing about things that had happened throughout the day. Picking at a fuzzy on the sleeve of her sweater, she thought of something to say. What could they talk about that she hadn’t already told him everything about?

Downing the rest of her fire whiskey, she shook her head and made a face as it burned its way down through her esophagus. She set aside the empty bottle and looked around. Still no cute guys! A frown formed on her mouth. At some point they would all have to show up! Vic turned back to Bart. "It sounds indeed like you could use a drink my friend. Things haven’t been so sunny on my floor either. Parents are sending my millions of owls each hour on the hour, asking why their children are turning up beaten, or worse yet, not turning up at all! Some people say its just the Death Eaters from before. Bollux!" She slammed a fist on the table and then hiccupped a little bit. When it came to alcohol, Bart was the one with better tolerance for it. Vic was a bit of a light weight, which was why she usually never drank around people from work.

She shook her head, blonde curls flying about. She had already vented her frustration the other night while talking to Teddy. She didn’t want to think about all those missing kids, or the fact that some of them were turning up injured or dead. She didn’t want to think about the fact that things were getting progressively worse at Hogwarts. Things had been fine when they were in school, but something bad was going on inside of those walls. She just didn’t know what it was. Vic hiccupped again. Sliding her chair backwards, she walked slowly to the bar. The bartender clearly knew what she wanted before she got there, and a fire whiskey was in her hand, and her pocket was a bit lighter. She waved her hand and tipped her imaginary hat towards the man, who smiled and continued to wipe the counter.

Sitting back down, she drummed her nails on the table. She wanted to find something to do that would take her mind off of work. Looking up at Bart, she gave her sweetest puppy dog face. "Oh Baaarrrrrt!" she called to him, batting her eyelashes. He had always been known for the guy who could have a good time. He always knew of something that him and his buddies could do that would be awesome, and adventurous, and just plain old fun. She elbowed him a few times, her eyes brows rising. "I’m bored, any fun ideas of things we can do on our only day off for the next ten years?!"



"This is your character talking!" and now this is what their thoughts look like. feel free to change the colors, theyre just the ones that match the text.

this is for BART! it came out to be a lovely 596 words long, and my character is wearing something like jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and heals!. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

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[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bart was indeed already having a great time even without having Vic telling him what they needed to do or shouldn't do. Having the two fire whiskeys in his hands, he then had set one down gently sipping on it at first as he got used to the taste. Finally acquiring the right pitch of his taste buds, he chugged both of them back at once then ordered the bartender to hit him again with another fire whiskey. Making his way sloppily over towards the tender, he just paid him with what cash he had on him, and then added, "Just keep adding fire whiskeys until it fits that bill I gave you," he hiccuped lightly, but he wasn't even close to getting hammered. There was nothing that would bring him down right away since he could tolerate a lot of alcohol.

It was probably thanks to genetics that he got from his dad, Kingsley, the man everyone mostly respected just because he had been the acting head previously the minister of magic. Then it somehow got passed down to Draco Malfoy, an odd thing that was. Even in the midst of all this chaos right now, he was unconcerned with the goings about at Hogwarts, but he had noticed a rise in dark wizards lately. Mainly the rogue ones that avoided capturing far longer than they should have until he became an auror, they had been easier to pick off like flies.

Once more his thoughts were distracted as he heard Vic calling over towards him, and was unable to focus on what he was trying to finish saying. There wasn't a slur in his speech yet, but even being a little tipsy he could still walk in a straight line. Hell, he could even apparate drunk if he wanted to, but he didn't want to risk getting splinched. That would have been such a horrible scenario to see, and he had already heard many rumors from his father about cases where it's happened before. "Well, first of all my idea is that we don't apparate while we're drunk so we don't get splinched, uhm, we could just chill out here, have a few more drinks, then just eat a load of ice cream?" he asked, not being adventurous just yet.

Bart remembered back in Hogwarts when he had adventures like this, but he typically avoided the obnoxious school kids while he had been there. That was now besides the point as he joined Victoire again finally regaining his composure, here we go...he downed another one, and had one fire whiskey left to go, and he knew that would have been his limit so he gently sipped on it as he looked at Vic, knowing she'd probably be annoyed by his answer as he tended to do that at times when he was feeling playful.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire watched Bart get up a couple more time, double fisting his alcohol. She had always known him to be able to hold down his drinks. In fact, she hadn’t ever recalled seeing him puke it up. That could just be because he waited until she left, but who knows. She envied his ability to keep his alcohol down. Her body wasn’t very tolerant of it, and she often got drunk rather easily. Tired of sipping at her drink, she sloshed it back, the angry fire whiskey burning its whole way down. She watched the bar tender give Bart a look as he slurred a couple words at the bar. Smirking, she looked around at the other guests. Most were older men. Some were slumped on the counter of the bar, sleeping. Others were talking and laughing loudly, playing games with each other.

She looked around for her first victim. She’d already had two drinks, now it was time for someone else to pay for them. She noticed a good looking man walk through the door. Grinning, Vic straightened up in her chair. She kept her eyes glued to him, following his movements until he noticed she was watching him. His face lit up, and her cheeks turned pink. He whispered something to the bartender, and a drink appeared in front of her. Grinning, she waved at the man, mouthing the words thank you. Clearly the magic in them reached his ears and he dipped his head, making his way towards their table with his own drink. Then Vic laid one of her hands on top of Bart’s and pretended to be in deep conversation with him. The man frowned and walked past her table.

It wasn’t often that Vic acted this way. And it’s probably why she didn’t drink. Whenever she did, things like this would happen. She would turn into this strange seductress. She would start flirting with men when normally she wouldn’t. She kind of wished that her tolerance was more like Bart’s, but it was what it was. He mentioned that they should get drunk and eat ice cream. She shrugged. She wasn’t sure that’s what she meant by adventure. Sipping at the drink in front of her, she watched Bart. He hiccupped a few times, and she laughed. Her cheeks were red from the drinking, and her body was loosening up. She had been so tense lately, that this was a nice relief. Tapping her feet on the wooden floor, Vic thought about some fun stuff that they could do.

Glancing over to the corner with the fireplace, her face blushed deep red in thoughts of what happened the other night. She had met up with Teddy Lupin, and they had really hit it off. She hadn’t seen him in years, and she had loved seeing him. It had really perked up her night. He had even walked her to her room! Grinning, she downed her third drink. Vic slapped her palms on her thighs and stood up. Pulling Bart up by his arm, she looked up at him. "Barty, I’ve had a really rough week. And I need to let out some energy, so let’s pleeease go do something fun!" She pouted, giving him her puppy dog face.


"This is your character talking!" and now this is what their thoughts look like. feel free to change the colors, theyre just the ones that match the text.

this is for BART! it came out to be a lovely 596 words long, and my character is wearing something like jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and heals!. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

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[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bart was already considering the many options they could do, but as for fun, he hadn't done anything crazy in a long time. Prank calls weren't as fun as they used to be when they had been kids, however, he could be himself around Victoire at times. Even in his own mind he was rampaging through a minor village tearing it apart making him look ridiculous he was sure in the midst of the pub. Now that was fun, but he was curious as to what she could mean by that. There were lots of fun things to do while they were here, but he didn't know what they could honestly do that wouldn't be too dangerous.

Bart really wasn't fun when he was hammered since his ideas all involved just more drinking or truth or dare. Even so, he realized that this may be the only time they had to drink together, and he wasn't going to waste it away just puking his lungs out after she left. Not this night, as he had a glass of water instantly in his hand pouring it down his throat. Gulping it down slowly, he made sure he didn't make it too fast. Hiccuping just once more, he was able to control them soon, now that he had a handle on how hammered he was. Being smashed wasn't as fun as it had been the first time he had done it, of course then he had crashed a party by falling through a window.

Everyone had a great laugh that night, and then an idea hit him as he remembered that night, grinning as he then grabbed Victoire's hand without saying anything. It was obvious he had another crazy idea as he then finally stopped outside the place. Stopping her right there at the entrance to the door, he spoke to her, "Okay...jj-just stand here, then when the next person comes through push them back into me, then I'll trip them and pretend then caught their foot on the way out," he tried not slurring any of the words...it was a terrible idea anyone could see that...especially when he explained it to the patron entering the room. The patron only walked by saying sure, and then walked away. Bart frowned, but he had a whole different plan now.

It had now come down to his last resort as he then started to let Victoire grab underneath his arm as he downed his last drink waving to the barkeep that had realized that Bart had actually paid for all the drinks he needed to without even thinking about it. Bart was still incredibly smart when under the influence, it's just his crazier ideas usually came out, "Let's go to a party!" he raised his fist in the air enthusiastically even as a pair of fireworks fell out onto the ground probably catching Victoire's eyes...Bart's eyes twinkled....FIREWORKS! he shouted in his mind, and pointed at them with a stupid grin that said everything about what he was thinking.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Vic laughed at Bart’s idea. It was pretty crazy! She didn’t know if it was something she would be into. But luckily for her, his idea left his head as soon as it entered. He sat back down next to her and continued to drink. Then he stood up yelling something about a party, and something fell from his pocket. Squinting her eyes to make them focus, Vic tried to see what it was. Good thing his arm shot out and his finger pointed to what it was. As soon as she saw what was on the ground, she knew that trouble was sure to ensue. \

This was so crazy! She was the Senior Undersecretary! She wasn’t allowed to do things like this. She couldn’t afford to drink, and play pranks. Let alone use fireworks! She made a move for them before Bart could, but ended up flying up from her chair, launching over the table, and down to the floor, where she tucked and rolled a few feet away. Letting her legs fall loose, she flopped to the ground. At first she was stunned. She was so uncoordinated, and it was even worse now that she was tipsy. Her head spun for a few moments, and she almost threw up. Then she started giggling. Tilting her head back, she looked at Bart who was now upside down. She reached an arm out and waggled her fingers towards him, completely forgetting about the fireworks on the floor right beside her.

Twisting around, she pulled herself up by grabbing onto the table. Vic looked at Bart, her face serious. She leaned right close to him, swaying a bit where she stood. "Now I’m serious…-hiccup- Bart. We could get –hiccup- in trouble for playing with fireworks." She raised her hand to wiggle her fingers in his face, taking away all seriousness from her little speech. She burped, but kept her mouth closed and didn’t let it out. Her cheeks puffed out. She laughed a little, looking like a petite blonde chipmunk. She twirled around, planting her buttocks right back in a chair. Her wand knocked out of her pocket, and she bent over to grab it. Picking it up, she twirled it loosely in her hand, sending sparks flying. "What were we just talking about Bart?" she asked, lost in watching her wand shoot sparks.

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bart hated to say it, but Victoire was far worse off than he was, even after complaining about doing something fun. Thinking that it really wasn't against the rules at all to set off magical fireworks, even here of all places, and he knew they could get away with it too. Since he could usually make Victoire keep most of his secrets, but the last party he had went to. There had been fireworks, and had ruined the party when he had confiscated them revealing he was an Auror. Of course, most people would expect him to leave his job back where it belongs, at his job. It wasn't like Bartholomew to act fun, but when you got a few drinks in him anything was possible.

Right now he was still considering using the fireworks as his own idea of fun, right here in the restaurant as dangerous as that was. Hiccuping slightly, as the bartender seemed to be laughing with the other patrons at the two, but then realized there were fireworks on the ground. It almost caused an alarmed reaction, until Bartholomew stuffed them back into his shirt showing everyone that he wasn't honestly going to set them off. Suddenly he sobered up as if this whole charade he had pulled on Victoire had been act to get her to actually get off his case about doing something fun.

Sure, it was a spur of the moment thing, but he then sat down by her. Finishing his last drink, he figured that would be enough and he was just a little tipsy, although no longer hiccuping like a fool. It had been an actual display of mockery of how easily she got hammered, as he finally pulled up his hand to brush a stray hair out of his face. Maybe it was his father's genes that prevented him from getting a beer belly from all this drinking, but he wasn't going to get caught setting off fireworks either. That would be the end of his Ministry career for sure, and as he knew this would be the last time they would have fun again for a while.

Getting up he then decided on something, "Hey, Victoire, how do you feel about racing down to the joke shop just down the street, and then back here? I don't know if you'd make it out the door without falling flat on your face!" he challenged her, and chuckled softly not caring about what they had just been talking about as he had forgotten himself.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire hiccuped once more, her head lolling on her shoulders. She really shouldn't have been drinking. She was a total light weight. Focusing all her attention on her toes, she blocked out the sound of Bart's voice. She squinted at them, making them focus. In her shoes, she wiggled them. Grinning, she thought about her toes. Why were there five? And why did they all have to be different sizes? Was it so that they could grip surfaces better? Or was it just because some had decided not to grow? Panicing, she dove for one of her feet, ripped the shoe off, and cradled her foot. She had thought that maybe some of her toes hadn't grown, and that they were missing. But she saw five brightly painted toes wiggling up at her.

Sighing with relief, she took a few minutes to put her shoe back on. And it really did take a few minutes. She missed her foot a total of three times, then managed to secure it on. Then she heard Bart ask if she wanted to race to the joke shop and back. Smirking, she reached a hand out to shake his, making a bet. "I bet you I can!" Vic didn't wait for him. Instead, she waited for the next person to open the door. Her body instantly shrank to the ground, white fur sprouting from her skin, and her ears springing from her head. Within a second, her body had swirled to the ground and taken the shape of a white rabbit. And she was off. She darted from the building, her strong legs thumping the ground, her front ones gripping the ground for support and strength.

Even as a rabbit, Vic was still drunk. Her path bobbed and weaved, her eyes unfocused. She didn't dare glance back at the Cauldron to see where Bart was. Instead she sped up. Halfway to the joke shop she slammed into a barrel outside of another pub. It smashed, and she was instantly covered in rum. Shaking herself out, the little white rabbit continued on. Reaching the joke shop, she stood on her hind feet, arching her back to look for Bart.

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew wasn't even worried about winning right now as he was maintaining his liquor, however, he would definitely lose int his race if he had played fair. Of course, he should have mentioned no magic, especially when he saw the drunken rabbit crashing to the side into the many barrels along the path. Bartholomew took it slow until he realized she would win as he finally stepped up from behind the barrel as if he had been waiting for her eating some Berty bott's Every Flavored Beans tossing her a watermelon flavored one. Strangely enough he had exited the joke shop after realizing she had been attempting to beat him, yet somehow he had walked in, bought something and walked out. There was a new bulge in his pocket with something that she would probably be aware of shortly.

Taking it out of his pocket, it was just a chocolate frog he put on the ground to make it chase her, he wondered if she'd freak out or think of it as great food. Bartholomew soon crossed his arms as if he wasn't impressed, grinning towards her at the same time. "Come on, Vic, I thought you said you were faster than me, huh?" he teased her after the fact he was now just lightly chewing on another Berty Bott's bean. It was amusing to him that she hadn't even noticed him apparating earlier and now he was sure that she'd be freaking out that he was faster than the speed of light.

Bart was going to be laughing about this for a while, none-the-less, and was sure she'd figure everything out later when she was sober again in a few hours. Unless she passed out right before him, but he just looked down at her noticing she smelled like the barrel she had crashed into. Noticing a few of the patrons coming towards her that were mad that she had broke it. Bartholomew had to step in as they were looking more intimidating as usual. Even when he was serious, he was dangerous and now he was looking towards the rabbit as he stood in front of her. "Hey, tell your little rabbit friend to watch where she's going," one of the men said, and Bartholomew was already measuring them up.

Grinning at the same time, as he brought out his wand, and then his grin soon turned into a serious look. Victoire would know that dire look in his eyes, and it was the same one when he was about to destroy a whole block. "I'm sorry to ruin your evening gentlemen, but do you really want to take on an auror? I don't care if there's three of you, you'll regret this," he said, and then his tone had changed from the gentle one earlier. Obviously, he was ready to do some damage, and having a bit to drink made him even deadlier since his attacks got more powerful too the worse he drank.

Of course, his aim was always a little off, but he never missed when he was serious about his job, one of the reasons he had moved up as an auror so fast having gotten the job at quite a young age. Well not before Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, but he was still a prodigy since his father taught him most of what he knows. The two men started to walk forwards, and Bartholomew was ready unless Victoire jumped in with one of her usual 'surprises'.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire's mind was swirling, confused to heck by the fact that she was just tossed a watermelon jelly bean by the man she thought she'd just beaten to the joke shop. With a whisker twitch, she bit into the jelly bean, devouring it. Looking up at him, she twitched her nose. He really was tricky. How in the world had he gotten here before her? He was just in the Leaky Cauldron! Just then he threw a chocolate frog her way. Jumping back a few paces, she watched it with one beady red eye. Then she pounced on it and began to lick it with her tiny little tongue. It was strange to consume chocolate while in a rabbit form. It tasted different, kind of foreign.

Shaking her head, she was about to change back to her human self when she saw the crowd of angry Wizards approaching them. As if on animal instinct, she withdrew behind Bart's leg, protecting herself. But he was already on it. He had his wand out and was ready to take on three angry Wizards. She hadn't intended on crashing into those barrels, it had just happened. She was kinda drunk. She couldn't believe that those men pretty much wanted to skin her alive. He was ready to take them on. Sucking in a breath, she was suddenly her human self, standing in Bart's shadow. She pulled her own wand from her back pocket, holding it at the ready.

Stumbling out from behind Bart, she burped quietly. Drunk burps, her specialty. Vic covered her mouth. She looked at the three men in front of her. "Scuse me gentlemen, but have you nev'r been drunk before?" She hiccuped and teetered on her feet. She was done drinking for the night, that was for sure. She didn't ever want to feel like she did now. She could throw up at any moment. Instead, she waved her wand at them. "Would you really want to go shooting spells at the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister? I could get you fired with a simple letter," she blabbed, her voice very matter of fact. Looking at Bart, she closed one eye, opened her mouth wide, and shot him a thumbs up. She succeeded in looking extremely stupid. Giggling, she looked towards the men again.

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[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew figured it would come down to this as he was watching Victoire already making a fool of herself, but he was sure the men would run off. I mean what was scarier than a woman with a wand that was tipped off her rocker? Bart surely was ducking out of the way as she swiveled to and fro even as she was pointing her wand at the three gentlemen that were now terrified. Bart was somber, and he just remained still after a while realizing she wouldn't hit him if she did he would return the favor ten fold. Victoire knew fully well to becareful, even while she was drunk he knew she was under there somewhere maintaining a slight bit of control.

Then when she mentioned her position they froze on the spot, bowing politely and making their way back into the tavern. "Maybe next time, you could try waving your wand a little less in my direction, and just shout spells at them instead of telling them who are you. Bravo on confidentiality,"he said to her in a mocking tone, it wasn't meant to be hurtful. More of a slight jab at her drunken ego as he put his wand away once that had been settled and then he pointed his wand at the barrels. Repairo, was all that was uttered within his mind as he then let his wand lift itself back up to rest in his pocket once more.

Bartholomew as flabbergasted that it had actually worked with those three men, and they were scared of a drunk women instead of a tipsy guy. Hell hath no wrath like a woman's scorn he supposed, but even so he was helping Victoire by moving under her arm in case she stumbled into a wall. "Don't need you running into walls on your own again, Vic, they seem to love you," he teased her once more.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire grinned at Bart. This was shaping up to be a good night! She swayed on her feet, squinting her eyes. Boy oh boy. They seemed nervous now that she'd stated her status, and they bowed politely and left. Seconds later, Bart fixed the barrels. He mocked her about telling them she was the Senior Undersecretary, and she thought about that seriously for a minute. She had probably done something bad by telling them her title. The tiny part of her that was sober scolded herself. She shouldn't have said that. Then she burst into a fit of giggles.

Bart came over to help her walk back to the Leaky Cauldron. He joked about not needing her to run into anymore walls and she smiled. She pushed his shoulder lightly, glad to have him by her side. He was her best friend. Even if he had tricked her into getting drunk. Even if he had cheated during that race. Shaking her head, she tried to clear it a little. She was getting just a tiny bit tired, and the more tired she got the more sober she'd get. Vic leaned into Bart. "You're my best friend Bart, you know that, right?"

Vic stumbled over a cobblestone but grabbed onto his arm for support. She wasn't sure if Bart knew that she lived at the Leaky Cauldron right now, but as they made their way back to there, she wasn't going to tell him. She was embarrassed by it. She was embarrassed that she had to live there right now, especially with what kind of job she had. She knew that she could afford to live somewhere else, but it was just so much easier to live here. She didn't have to pay for rent, or heating or anything. She just lived there for a small fee. Thinking about that, she realized she DID pay some sort of rent.

She was really glad that Bart was here with her right now. If he wasn't here, she wasn't sure how that last episode would have played out. She probably would have ended up on her butt, losing a duel. But Bart really was her best friend, and he was here for her. She snaked her arm around his waist to help steady herself. "Best friends forever," she murmured, smiling up at him.

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew was laughing the whole time they were on the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, and having noticed that Victoire was leaning against him. It had been amusing to see her stand up to those three men who didn't want to deal with a drunk witch, but seriously spouting off about her title. Whatever, he knew that it would blow over, and those men were probably plastered to all hell themselves as well, not like he could do anything about it. Plus the way they staggered back inside said they just were big talkers, and probably didn't have a backbone in their body when they weren't without their friends. Bart figured they were just chickening out since they probably could have easily over-powered just the two of them.

Yet, Bart had the art of surprise on his hands, plus he also knew non-verbal magic, which was useful at times. Luckily, his father had taught him many of these skills. So he decided to do something special for Vic this time, as he tried to recall when the last time he had showed her Patronus. It would have been amusing to see her race that instead, but she would have thought it was him. Imagining her asking an incredulous question like "HOW THE HECK DID YOU CHANGE INTO THAT?" or "WHEN DID YOU BECOME AN ANIMAGUS TOO?" that made him solemnly chuckle a little. Keeping that thought to himself as he trudged along with her on his shoulder.

Bartholomew didn't want her knowing that he lived nowhere near her, but he was joking as she had been over to his place. After all, living with his father was a bonus since he was busy living at Hogwarts right now due to being the headmaster, it was hard to leave while the school year was going on. Plus he was so excited when he had been talking about the House Championships going on recently. Sooner or later he'd have to tug her through the door to the leaky cauldron, even if she lived there, he honestly wouldn't care. Despite her position, Bartholomew would have understood if she told him about her living conditions. "Yes, besties forever, you drunk girlie," he smirked towards her.

Tapping her shoulder lightly as he then moved her to a table as he soon pulled out his wand, "Let me show you something fun," he said to her, knowing that the night wasn't too young just yet. Suddenly he closed his eyes, and a white flash filled the room as a white light shone from the tip. Soon there was a strange creature in the middle of the table, wondering if he had startled Victoire at least a little bit. Of course, he had to be careful, since his Patronus was that of an alligator. Suddenly it's jaws opened, and in a voice sounding remarkably like Bartholomew's it spoke, "Hey there miss, what's wrong, you feeling down? Just pat me on the head and I'll sing a song," it said, but Bartholomew was really the one talking through it. Mainly it was to see her reaction, but he knew she had seen his patronus many times before.

Bart remembered the last time she had seen it when she had been drunk and ran half away across the room to the other side until she realized it wasn't real....it had Bart rolling and laughing on the floor to see her reaction every time.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Vic leaned on him for support as they made their way back to the Cauldron. It was getting late. She figured that Bart probably had an idea of where she lived. It was embarrassing really, but part of her didn't mind right now. Her nosed twitched, a habit she had noticed herself doing after she would shift back to her human form. She brushed a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Entering the Leaky Cauldron, she giggled drunkinly as he said they were besties, agreeing with her. He sat her down at a table. She wobbled a bit in her chair, but managed to stay up.

A bell tinkled above the door, sending her into a fit of giggle again. She didn't know what was so funny about it, but something was. People gave her funny looks from all around the bar, and she tried to compose herself. Then all of a sudden Bart's patronus was on the table, talking to her. The giant alligator had her reeling and she flew backwards out of her chair. Even though she'd seen it numerous times, it caught her off guard. Rolling across the floor, she sat up, dazed. Then she laughed with the rhyme it spouted out, Bart's voice being that voice.

She wobbled as she tried to sit back up to the table. She reached out a hand and patted it on the head, although her hand went right through the glimmering beast. She pulled her wand from her back pocket, and waved it while thinking of this moment now, her happiest in a while. Her own patronus came out of her wand, a silvery white cat. Grinning, she had hers walk around through the other patronus, mewing all the while. It couldn't talk like Bart's, but it was still amazing looking. She had it jump in the air and fly around above them, casting a glittering glow across the walls. "Bart, this is why we are friends! Only we can have this much fun together," she said. Victoire hiccuped. She was slowly getting more sober. She could somewhat comprehend what was going on around them.

ooc: sorry this is so short and yucky Steve, i have like, six or seven posts im doing... >.<

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew was finally becoming slightly more sober since he had used his patronus, even with the talking alligator having had a bad influence on her int the first place. With the many different organizations that were out there it was hard to be in a playful mood, but this was one of the best outing he had in a while, minus when he usually met up with Archer. One of the few teachers at Hogwarts now, but he had a crush on her when they had been younger. Even with their many adventures, none compared to when him and Victoire caused trouble.

It was hard to believe that an auror could get along with the secretary for the department of the ministry of magic. Surely this was a cause for concern as he wondered if she was okay wanting to just get up to make her patronus fly around the whole room. Bartholomew was fine with that even if she wasn't causing a commotion like he had been just two minutes ago. With the alligator on the table, many of the other patrons had ducked and covered. Even so he finally recovered enough to actually speak to her normally again, unable to just take it so lightly. With the way they were having fun now, it was no wonder they got along so well.

Bart was usually the calm and lax one until Victoire had come along to kick him out of his shy shell usually just to get him to say something funny. Even right now he was able to just laugh his head off while watching her patronus flying around, but his own rhyming croc wasn't really that intimidating anymore seeing as how she was finally sober enough to realize that it wasn't that dangerous. Most of the other drunk patrons weren't too happy about it after seeing it was harmless, but the fun in it was that it scared everyone the first time they saw it. Okay, it was an alligator, but still, "You'll never have fun like that again in your life Victoire," he said to her, as his patronus soon dissipated since he had no use for it anymore.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire watched her cat prance around the ceiling, her eyes lit up with joy. She was truly having a good time right now. She hadn't had this much fun in so long. And truth be told, she most likely wouldn't have this much fun for a long time. She would have to get back to work, back to the real world, where she would have to come up with a plan of action for the students at Hogwarts. She would be in meeting after meeting with the Minister, doing interview after interview with the press, most likely coming up with excuses for why the Ministry was doing what they were doing.

Bart's patronus disappeared, and so did her's. She set her wand on the table. Tonight had been a fun night. She noticed the other patrons in the bar settle down some, as they had just been slightly unnerved by the fact that two patronus' were running amok in the establishment. She tucked her hair behind her head and looked at Bart. Her alcohol was starting to where off, and in its place came a major headache. She rubbed her temples. She was never good with healing spells, so she wasn't going to even bother with trying to get rid of the headache

Vic watched Bart. He looked older than usual. Was he having a tough time at work? "Yeah, you're right. I will be back to the real world tomorrow, taking care of the Minister's problems, taking care of the Wizarding World." Hurrumphing, Vic drummed her nails on the table, thinking. Things were getting harder and harder for her at work. She was going to have to schedule a meeting with Draco to talk about what their next step would be at Hogwarts. They needed to do something. That Hugo Weasley had just been attacked and his toad was missing. She remembered something from school about using a toad for something, at least she thought she did. Maybe it was all just in her head.

"Hey Bart, how are things going at work? I can't remember if I asked you. Any trouble with rogue Death Eaters lately? she asked, her eyes locking onto his. She wanted to sincerely know what was going on. She wanted to help him in anyway possible. He was her best friend. And right now, one of her only friends.

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew had been over-loaded with work, and there wasn't much else to decided besides the fact that his job was most of his life now. Even if he did get a little bit of time off, but there hadn't been a rise in death eaters or rogue wizards lately. Surely, they had died off completely or were just in hiding trying to bide their time until another dark lord/lady rose. Having heard about the attacks from Hogwarts from his father, and he was more concerned about the students there than anything. Unable to actually locate the area where she was sitting again, but he kept his patronus out for the time being.

After a short while, it got old and many of the patrons around him were thankful when it dissipated which was amusing to him since they hadn't been the ones he had been trying to scare. Surely, they had seen a talking patronus a few times in their life. Bart just tapped his fingers idly against the wood of the table as he looked at Victoire seriously as the alcohol was finally giving him a sane state of mind. What more was it that he didn't like the fact that he was sitting there wasting away the evening without going to a party. Half-tempted to make the alligator appear again.

Sure, he had a naughty side to him, but it was rare for him to go spouting about stuff that was off the top of his head, and finally listening to Victoire again. Being one of the Weasley's, she obviously had a close relationship with Bartholomew. Doing a little dance within his seat, shaking his ass lightly as he then stood up walking towards Victoire seeing a group of guys walking towards her. Just to keep them off of her, since she was already taken pretended to kiss the back of her hand. That was when they all backed off, and he flashed them a quick glare that steered them clear of them.

Bartholomew chuckled at how easy men were manipulated, him included as there were no exceptions, no matter how he looked at it. Archer Jayden tate was proof of this, as he finally spoke back to Victoire, "Oh, don't worry, I haven't been over-loaded with work, but with the dead activity of rogue death eaters, there are more rogue wizards out there that need taming than thim. It was obviously more or less just a waiting game now, and it seems like they're biding their time. waiting for something, as if they've seen prophecies of a new dark lord or lady to rise to power. Yet, my concern is mainly on Hogwarts and the attacks that have occurred there," he spoke to Victoire.

Knowing his father well enough that if a student was out of hand, he would instantly know of it.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victoire blushed when Bart kissed her cheek. She was unsure as to why he did it, but she knew it was weird. They were best friends. But then she saw a pack of guys walk away downheartedly. She grinned, realizing what he had done for her. He had acted as if he was her boyfriend, and in turn it had made the pack of guys wander away. She patted his hand as he sat down. Hearing him talk about how work was going made her keep thinking of her own.

"Yeah, I understand. Things are difficult within the Ministry right now. Nobody understands whats going on at Hogwarts. It's as if history is repeating itself, but nobody knows how or why. Things are so hard to understand. Everyday its interview after interview of me and the Minister telling the public that we're doing all we can do to figure this out. But the questions keep coming, and we don't have any answers." With a sigh, Vic put her head in the palm of her hand.

"I was thinking of maybe petitioning to have an Auror or two sent into Hogwarts, just to look around and see whats up. It would be nice for them to be undercover, as to not alert whomever the culprit is." She thought about this idea for a moment. If she sent in two disguised Aurors, then she would be able to get inside information about these attacks. Hugo couldn't remember anything, and magic wasn't turning up any results. Maybe if she got someone on the inside, things would come to light and they could find this rogue student.

She shifted her thoughts to the pack of guys. Why were they heading towards her table? Any particular reason? It was strange, but she wasn't gonna talk about it. It was nice that Bart wanted to protect her like that though. It made her think briefly of Teddy. A blush crept to her cheeks just thinking his name. Oh Victoire, you silly French girl!