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Weasley Spinster by velllichor

Format: Short story collection
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 22,063

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Victoire, OC

First Published: 05/27/2013
Last Chapter: 08/12/2016
Last Updated: 08/12/2016

Sequel to Weasley Smart and Weasley Anger

Victoire Weasley was an unpleasant and rude person. She was stubborn, a force to be reckoned with and under the impression that she was always right (which she usually was). 

And no matter what anyone said or did would ever change that.
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Chapter 2: The Hatred is Strong

Victoire hated Quidditch, absolutely hated it, she would rather fail an entire year of school than sit through a Quidditch game. 

Okay, no she wouldn't, but she was trying to make a point here.

And yet, Donna somehow managed to drag her down to the Quidditch pitch every year to watch Donna try out for the team. Which was why Victoire was sitting in the stands, a hot cup of coffee nestled in her hands and half her face hidden by a thick scarf. Poppy, on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic to be at the tryouts. She kept bouncing in her seat excitedly, hands tucked tightly in between her knees to keep them warm.

"Please stop, I beg of you," Victoire said, her voice coming out muffled through her scarf.

"How are you not excited, it's so much fun to watch everyone try out," Poppy exclaimed, still bouncing in her seat.

"Oh yeah, sitting around for two hours out in the cold watching people I don't know or like flying around on a stick for a chance to be on a team. It's only been five minutes and I can't feel my goddamn legs, you're right, this is exactly what I want to be doing in the morning," Victoire replied dryly, rubbing her hands around her cup of coffee. She jiggled her knees a little to get the warmth back into them.

What was even taking them so long to get started. As far as Victoire could see everyone was just standing around the field looking serious.

"Do you have your wand on you?" Victoire asked Poppy.

"No, do you?"

"No, I didn't think I'd need it this morning so I just left it in the dorm," Victoire said, shivering as some of the cold seeped in through her puffy jacket.

Of course Quidditch tryouts would be held on the coldest day of fall, why wouldn't they be. It was as if the universe was making fun of Victoire, as if saying to her "If you thought this couldn't get any worse, sister you have another thing coming."

The sky was covered with grey clouds, with the sun’s rays barely managing to shine through. The grass on the pitch was dead, the trees Victoire had seen on the way to the pitch were dead and leafless. She'd felt like she was walking to her death on the way to the pitch. And as if the gloomy weather wasn't enough, a chilly wind kept blowing, messing up Victoire's hair and sending wave after wave of cold through her.

She was going to kill Donna.

"This is the first team tryouts I've ever been to in all of my time here," Poppy said cheerfully, bouncing her seat. She was ridiculously chipper for such a cold morning, and it was beginning to get on Victoire's nerve.

"Rub it in my face why don't you," Victoire replied. Victoire looked down at the small crowd of people on the pitch, surrounding the person she assumed was the captain.

"What is taking them so long, hurry up," Victoire muttered. She didn't even know why she was sticking around if she was being honest. Donna had forced her to come down to the pitch, but it wasn't as if she could make Victoire stick around.

You're here to support your friend, she answered herself and scowled. Great, now she was turning into someone nice, when had she become so soft? It was Donna's fault that she wasn't as mean as she used to be.

Finally, thank Merlin, the tryouts actually began. Students started shooting into the air and flying in circles, listening to what the captain was yelling up at them from the ground. Poppy had leaned forward once the tryouts began, in fact she was leaning out so far over the edge of the stands that Victoire was worried she'd end up falling.

Victoire didn't even know why she was so excited, no one had done anything exciting and yet Poppy looked ecstatic to watch people just fly around.

"Will you sit down," Victoire snapped, grabbing her by the back of her coat and yanking her back into her seat. "You're going to tip over and plummet to your death, sit your arse down."

The tryouts had started properly in the next two minutes, students flew in formation or demonstrated specific moves on their brooms. Meanwhile the people on the ground had divided themselves into groups, Victoire assumed that it was based on the position they were trying out for.

There were always the few people who fell off as soon as they got a few metres into the air. And then there were the people who tried to show off how talented they were but messed up in some way. Students left the pitch as the captain of the team made cuts with each group that took their turn in the sky.

Victoire had trouble keeping her eyes open the entire time, she found her eyelids drooping on more than one occasion. Poppy's shrieks of excitement from next to her were the only thing that were keeping her awake.

Within half an hour Victoire's butt hurt from sitting on the benches, she couldn't feel her tail bone, her coffee had gone cold and her hands were beginning to freeze.

And when the tryouts had finally ended, the only reason Victoire knew that they were over was because Poppy was tugging at her sleeve. Victoire and Poppy hurried down from the stands and rushed to meet up with Donna on the way back to the school. Everyone that had stuck around for tryouts was sweaty and flushed, but they were also beginning to shiver as the cold stuck to them.

Donna's ponytail, which had been at the top of her head when she had come down to the pitch, was sloppy with long strands of hair falling out. Her face was shining with sweat, her cheeks a bright red, and breathing hard. But the smile on her face stretched from ear to ear and you could tell she was happy with how her tryout had gone.

"Well, did you make it or not?" Victoire demanded in greeting.

"Captain said he has to think about, there was someone else that was just as good as me so he wants to make sure he makes the right decision," Donna replied as the three of them walked back to the castle.

"He better pick you, I froze my arse off out there in support," Victoire replied.

But a week passed and still Donna had not heard whether she had made the team. Donna whined so much that it got to the point where Victoire was ready to push her friend out their dorm window if it meant never having to hear about the stupid tryouts ever again.

"I didn't make the team, that's probably why he hasn't announced anything, because he's trying to figure out how to tell me I didn't make the team," Donna said, head cradled in her hand. Victoire had gone to the library thinking that Donna wouldn't come looking for there but ten minutes after grabbing a table, Donna had shown up. And she had spent the time ever since talking Victoire's ear off about the tryouts. Victoire had fingers pressed to her temples and her eyes closed.

"Or maybe, he just hasn't decided," Victoire forced her voice to remain calm. “It’s not easy to choose between two equally talented people just give him a few more days.”

"Maybe he's already told the other girl that she got the spot and is just trying to figure out how to tell me I sucked," Donna went on, completely ignoring Victoire.

"Why don't you go ask him to make a decision if it's bothering you so much then?" Victoire asked. If Donna kept this up, Victoire was going to Stun her and leave her in their dorm.Or maybe she’d ask the nurse if she had something to calm Donna down, the girl was going to make herself sick with worrying so much.

"I can't do that though, what if I come off as annoying and that makes up his mind that he shouldn't pick me," Donna retaliated.

"Well if he's already decided you're not going to be on the team, going by your previous logic, then what's the harm?" Victoire was seconds away from bashing her head against the desk.

Donna opened her mouth to answer, and then she was sprawled on the carpet, chair and all, with a terrified look on her face. She got on her knees, grasped the edge of the table and slowly lifted her eyes a few centimetres above the tabletop to stare at the entrance to the library  in terror.

"It's him," she whispered loudly. Victoire looked towards the library entrance, but she wasn't entirely sure who she was supposed to be looking at.


"It's the captain of the team!" Donna whispered, pointing to one of the boys. They were all relatively short boys, all of them with their hair dyed different colours of the rainbow, except for one, who was taller than the rest and had his hair tied back in a bun.

"The one with his hair in a bun?" Victoire asked. Donna simply nodded her head.

"You sure?" Again Donna nodded.

"I'll be right back," Victoire said, getting to her feet. Donna threw herself around Victoire's legs.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" Victoire asked her.

"You can't go talk to him," Donna said.

"Why not?" Victoire lifted an an eyebrow, and crossed her arms.

"Because you're going to scare the living daylights out of him and then he really won't pick me for the team."

"If he tells you whether or not you made the team, will you stop whining about it?" Victoire demanded. Donna nodded her head slowly, eyes wide.

"I'll be right back," and Victoire was out of Donna's grip before the girl could blink and making her way towards the Quidditch captain.

"Victoire!" Donna hissed loudly from her hiding spot but Victoire simply waved her off and kept going.

The eyes of Bun Boy’s friends widened in fear as Victoire came closer and closer. "You," she said, pointing at Bun Boy. He turned around at the sound of her voice.

"Are you the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Victoire asked.


"Good, come with me," she said, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the library.

"It was nice knowing you bro!" The boys friends yelled after the two of them.


“We need to talk about who you’re going to pick to fill the spot of Seeker,” Victoire said, in place of greeting.


“I have a name, it’s Matthew, by the way.”

“Don’t care,” Victoire replied dismissively. Names were for people she intended on spending time with, she wasn’t ever going to speak to Matthew past that day.

"You need to make up your mind about who you're going to pick to fill in the spot of Seeker. Donna has been driving me up the wall with her constant worrying so I'm going to need you to hurry the hell up and make a choice. Pick her or don't, I don't care just give her an answer in the next two days. I can't stand seeing her worried so much for such a long period of time!" Victoire exclaimed, because as much as she hated to admit it, she was more worried about Donna than she wanted to let on. She may have been annoyed at having to hear about Quidditch so much, but she was more worried about the anxiety Donna was experiencing.

"And if I don't?" the boy asked, sticking his chin out.

"Then I'm going to force a decision out of you," Victoire replied with a pleasant smile. She slapped his cheek twice, "Okay?"

"Okay," the boy replied, nodding his head.

"We understand each other then, good," and without another word, Victoire spun on her heel and marched back to where Donna was still crouching on the ground, hiding behind a table.

"What did you do to him?" Donna demanded, glaring at her best friend.

"Nothing, he's in one piece isn't he? No blood or anything," Victoire said. They both looked towards the entrance to see Matthew come in, he kept glancing over at Victoire's table and once he saw that she was also looking at him, picked up his pace.

"Told you. But if I were you I'd expect an answer pretty soon," Victoire added, and left it at that no matter how much Donna asked what she was talking about.

And sure enough two days later, and a whole lot of worrying, Donna did in fact get an answer. Victoire had been in the common room, finishing up an essay when Donna had come running in, taken the seat beside her and sat staring at her with a wide grin on her face for ten minutes.

"Spit it out already," Victoire told her without looking up from her parchment.

"Guess what?" Donna said, twisting from side to side in her seat.

"I'm not guessing."

"I made the Quidditch team!" Donna yelled so loudly the entire common room stopped to stare at her for a moment. Victoire couldn't help but smirk, she was very good at persuading people, if she did say so herself.

"Well how about that."

A/N: i'm determined to finish this once and for all and before i get back on track with other stories. let me know if you find victoire likeable or unlikeable.