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Title: Lost and Found
Author: katie_flint
Prompt: Day 4, shopping for and/or wrapping gifts
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roxanne Weasley/Lysander Scamander
Rating/Tone: PG
Word count: 1130
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Roxanne blunders into a flustered Hufflepuff whilst Christmas shopping...
Notes: I've actually slowly been falling in love with Roxanne and can't get enough of her. I wish there was more stuff! As it is, I am in the capacity to grant my own wishes so voila! A fic about her :) [Also let's just not talk about how Christmas is over and I missed the boat on this whole XmasChallenge deal. I may be late to the finish line, but I'm still in the race yet. It isn't January 1st.]

( Lost and Found )

Title: 'Tis the Season to... Remeet the Family
Author: katie_flint
Pairing/Character: Victoire Weasley/Teddy Lupin
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Challenge: #107: 'Tis the Season to...
A/N: I return, no less for wear and practically recovered from my bout with finals week. Honestly though, writing these drabbles is starting to present a real problem for me. I always want to keep going with them!
Summary: Teddy's just a bit nervous to spend time with his "new" family this year. He worries they just won't like him like they used to before the eloping. Luckily Dom's pretty familair with her family.
Update: I don't know what was going on the other day... and I feel so foolish. I wrote and posted this fic imagining Victoire but writing about Dominique xD Oh well now, leave it as I may but gosh do I feel silly.


“Honestly Teddy,” Victoire sighed, smoothing the creases in his winter jacket, “This isn’t any different than last year.”

“No,” Teddy frowned, “Last year we made the decision to get married; drunkenly I might add. Or did you forget?”

“How could I?” Victoire waved her fingers, showing off the sizable stone he’d given her, “Now c’mon, my father and Louis have been looking forward to this.”

Her husband looked down at her, doubt prominent in his gaze.

“They still like you Teddy, trust me,” Victoire insisted.

“You love, I trust,” Teddy simpered, “The rest I leave up to a Christmas miracle.”