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I can not believe that I, Victoire Weasley, was run out of my own country by some guy.
I had snuggled up against Teddy Lupin.
‘Oh, honestly, Teddy! Anything else you would like to criticise? I mean, where I work, my friends, where I hang out, would you like to bash my clothes? My hair? God, you’re such a twat!"
It wasn’t jealousy, I reasoned. It was a matter of self-preservation. I didn’t want Teddy sleazing all over one of my new (sort of) friends. And thanks to my discovery this morning, I don’t think seeing Teddy with another girl is the best way to heal right now. Liking Teddy Lupin is a very dangerous path.
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