You've got to do it - ~ Victoire

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

"Vic, did you forget who the headmaster is, the previous Acting Minister of Magic and also the best auror I had known in his time. I'm sure he's already looking into it despite how busy he is with all the tasks coming up and the Hogwarts Champion thing this year. Yes, he had spilled some of it to me, about a House Tournament going on, I wish that something else could be done. Like I said, Kingsley will find out who did it, of course everyone respects him so I don't see why they would cause trouble right now," he said, obviously confused as to why the attacks were starting now as if history would be repeating itself.

There was just something strangely different about it as he considered the many attacks that had occurred when his father had talked to him about the history of the Wizarding World. Plus, he had learned a fair bit in his studies at Hogwarts whenever he wasn't busy discussing with his father about his course of action. Kingsley had stated that he had wanted his son to become anything wanted, of course, he wanted to be like his father. Having gotten his wish, it wasn't as fun as he had originally thought it would be after all the dark wizards had dropped off a cliff to wash away into the ocean where whales would defecate their carcasses.

Sick as it sounded, it wasn't as bad as the alternative to being thrown in Azkaban, but instead of Dementors, he was hoping people had learned their lesson from having them guard the place. Plus, they were on Voldemort's side from the beginning, and they were a valuable ally, yet impractical at the same time. Crossing his arms over his chest as his features darkened into a grim frown until he then smiled at her and patted her back gently. "Don't worry Vic, everything will work out, don't worry about it right now, we're talking about work again, we should talk about something more fun, like when you fell flat on your face at your first party, remember that?" he let out a hearty chuckle as he looked at her. Tempted to race her again while she was finally sobering up.

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[VICTOIRE JACQUELYN WEASLEY]

Victore nodded her head, understanding everything that he was saying. She knew that Kingsley would take care of things at school while she took care of things at the Ministry. He was very capable of the job, having run the Ministry for a short period of time. He would be able to keep the students underwraps. At least, she hoped he would. He was a very stern man, and there wasn't one person she knew that wouldn't respect him. But there clearly was someone, because the students accidents were climbing.

Vic waved her arm in the air, and a drink appeared in front of her. But it wasn't alcoholic, it was a hot tea. She picked it up with both hands, closing her eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of the herbs. Sipping it, it warmed her through and through on this cold night. She sat the cup on the table and could tell that she still stank of beer. Shaking her head, she pulled her wand out and did a cleaning spell, erasing the dirt and smell off of herself. She didn't enjoy smelling like that.

The corners of her mouth turned up into a grin as she remembered that time at the party. Bart had convinced her to drink (as usual) and she'd ended up drinking so much that she'd passed out flat on the floor, falling face first. She chuckled, patting his arm. "Yes, I remember, now lets not have a repeat of that night! Cause if I remember, you tried to fly... without a broom!" Chuckling, she watched the throng of people. It was really filling up in here. "Yeah, sorry that I started talking about work. You know me, something pops into my mind, and I start talking. Well, when I've been drinking that is."

"Well, it is getting late, what could we do Barty? she asked. Usually Bart was the brains of the outfit, not her. She used her brains at work. When they got together, it was crazy, between her willingness to do anything, and his crazy plans.

[BART CALCHAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Bartholomew was already laughing at that thought, even if it was just a fleeting memory at the moment, it was genuine and he treasured those moments. For he knew dark times would be ahead of them as peace never did last forever, but Victoire did think a lot about work during their times out together. Another reason he had to remind her he was there, to be the drag on her many work oriented blabber-talk or so he called it to her face. It was amusing enough to see her reactions every time he told her that, but he had stopped after having been hexed into stopping. That or he just had forgotten about it until now and was about to say it when he thought better of who he was telling this to. After all it wasn't like he was about to go out and spill her secret to the gang of peole she already revealed her profession to.

A mistake on her part, but she'd learn her lesson in the long run. "Yes, I remember, now lets not have a repeat of that night! Cause if I remember, you tried to fly... without a broom!" "I vaguely remember saying to never bring that up again unless I happened to embarrass you in front of all of your friends, and the only friend I can see right now that's here is me....so 'all of your friends' doesn't count in this case, silly," he retorted, pretending to act offended as he crossed his arms towards her, like he was mad at her, which would surely put her off ease since Bartholomew was quite good at acting. Having been told by his father many times that he should have gone into acting, just like his former grandmother, but he didn't recall his grand-mother having taking acting classes at all. It would have been different if she was still alive to actually ask about their careers. Surely they would have been retired by now even if they weren't that old.

Most wizards could live past a certain age though, but he wasn't going to just give up just yet. Right now, he was contemplating what else they could do. Yes it was getting late and he needed to get back to his place to discuss with his father the plan of attack for the school. After all, it was his father he received the information from about what was going on. "Well, Yes it's getting late, and I need to get home, it was fun while we were hanging out though Victoire, I hate to go, and get back to work with how mundane it's always been. Surely, we'll get to hang out again sometime soon though, until then, have a good night," he said to her, walking up and hugging her tight. After all she was his best girl mate right now, and Bartholomew didn't know many young males willing to be his genuine friend though

Surely it would take time, but he really didn't want to go despite knowing the late hour would eventually take it's toll on him. Plus he was feeling the alcohol a little now as a headache was finally stirring it's way up, he may be light when it came to hang-overs but he could still hold his liquor.

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