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Physical Description

With her mother’s cloud of hair and a spirited peppering of freckles that flourishes in the summer, Victorie is a healthy mix of Bill and Fleur. The young witch has the sort of quick-burning complexion one is doomed to possess as a Weasley with a sprig of Veela in the veins. Like her uncle Ron, Victoire’s ears can go beat red when she’s flustered or embarrassed… and like her mother, her stare can be a bit hawkish and vexed.

The ends of Victoire's enviable mane are sun-bleached. The more time the girl spends tramping through the pond and grasses at the Burrow or flouncing across the beach at Shell Cottage, the lighter her hair seems to grow, hinting at the silvery heritage of her maternal line.  In harmony with their hue, Victoire’s locks are usually styled like her mother’s: parted in the middle, worn down and plain— neat for school days, and painstakingly brushed out every night. (A tradition ingrained by Fleur herself, original wielder of the cursed hairbrush and instiller of a-hundred-strokes-a-night.)
 
Victoire’s wide-set eyes are heavily lidded, more almond-shaped than round and gullible. When she’s sleepy or stressed, the combination of Swishy-Hair-Blanket and Leaden Glare can come across a little intimidating. Her face is rounded out by low cheekbones, an agreeable Weasley nose, and a combing of annoyingly-light lashes. She has neat, inquisitive brows and a mouth frequently poised on the brink of doubt— an expression her father affectionately refers to as “The Older Sister Look.”


Personality Description

Victoire is the sort of girl who huffs mistrustfully at her wand hand when it isn't cooperating just so during a Charms lesson. Her problems often stem from concentrating too hard rather than not putting in enough effort. But whatever she might lack in a slacker's natural swagger, she more than makes up for in tenacity… and attempts to cover with grace.
 
And she is graceful, thank Merlin. Much of her poise is afforded by an aura learned as much as inherited from her mother, Fleur. (Though Victoire’s draw is quite arguably much more subtle.) So far, the young witch has managed to skirt the awkward stages of puberty and teenage social strata. She’s never had problems speaking up or standing up for herself, navigating busy corridors without spilling mountains of books and secrets, or finding somewhere to sit on the train. Day to day routine is a swan song, and Victoire can function well enough on less than optimal sleep or with bad news at the back of her mind. But eventually, everyone trips up, and even Fleur’s daughter has had the occasional hormone-addled preteen nightmare (revealing her boggart to the whole class, or spilling ink all over the cute, scruffy professor). She’s woken once or twice with the shivers and vague knowledge that it could happen. Even if her mother was a Champion and her father has a cool job.

Any real stress is self-induced, be it via perfectionism in the classroom or the responsibilities of Being the Oldest Sibling. Victoire's parents, who find it mostly amusing, have concluded that it is simply part of her personality— and love her very much for it. But where Fleur takes a certain pride in Victoire’s bullish desires for perfect marks or a better track record with bossing around Dominique, Bill occasionally worries his eldest pushes herself too hard. Her father’s patience and reassurances, that safety net of Dad, have more than once stopped Victoire from wading straight into Uncle Percy territory.

Despite a mature front for her teachers and very oldest aunts, it’s not all schoolbooks and robbing Louis of the joys of staying up past bedtime: Victoire is still a girl, and still makes time to be silly and girlish, wilfully or unwittingly. She spends plenty of nights giggling and sharing secrets with her dormates after lights out. She squanders much of her birthday money on chocolates and pretty quills, and hardly feels the least bit guilty. She’s even torn her new school socks— twice— running along the edge of the forest to spy a pair of unicorns (who love girls best). And, of course, one of Victoire’s favorite traditions are the lopsided games of quidditch she plays with her cousins in her grandparents’ garden every summer… testing the rules of exactly how far up they’re allowed to go.

She does not take slights lightly and is not quick to let go of grudges, saving her most disdainful bird-of-prey glares for those most deserving. Her most masterful approach to tempering her temper (that Fleurish edge so dominant in the blood stream) is to ignore someone to an absurd degree. The thawing is slow and occasionally preposterous, subtle as Victoire tries to be. This had been solidified by her experience as an older sister.


History

Born on important anniversary and named for its remembrance, Victoire was bound to hold herself to a rather lofty standard. Still, her childhood are felicitous, full of colorful Weasley feasts, winters bundles in a beachside cottage, and moments of pride and comical fussing at Dominique's early attempts to copy her. Victoire was equal parts a mini Fleur (stealing blusher and attempting to move in too-big high heels) and a daddy's girl (getting away with murder). By the time Louis popped out, she had a solid grasp on retaining memory, and Victoire has always thought of herself in the context of the oldest. She only ever thinks of herself as a baby when it comes to grandma Molly, who a special way of inspiring Victoire to poor her heart out or feel less silly about occasionally being spooked by thunder or dark corners.

Childhood was a safe and happy place, but also one built on the blocks of history. With parents who never shied from discussing the war, Victoire has grown up knowing how precious tolerance is, especially if one is also going to celebrate pride (in one's family, heritage, or status as big sister.)

Victoire chose Ravenclaw as much as it chose her: like any Weasley, the witch would have received a warm welcome amongst the lions. Even the other two houses might have nurtured her determination, albeit in different manners. While her loyalty to her her family had never been anything but strong, Victoire's heart had always quietly leapt at the history of Ravenclaw house, in particular the story of Helena Ravenclaw’s redemption— that distinction between clever and wise.  An argument with the Hat was more of an argument with herself, and it took only two minutes while that sage sorter listened to the debate in Victoire's head before it boomed out the word Ravenclaw. Whatever tinge of guilt she might have had melted away at the house's reception. Her father's congratulatory owl (complete with a bouquet pale blue hydrangeas) reaffirmed Victoire's choice.

Hogwarts has been a cozy home, and Victoire has mostly convinced herself that Ravenclaw tower, airy and elegantly curved, is as close to her mother's beautiful Beauxbatons as one could possibly get in rainy Scotland. Not a procrastinator (not where it counts), Victoire loves to spend time in the lush window seats tidying up her essays or reading hardbacks borrowed from the school library. She's counting down the days until she can choose her extra classes-- and perhaps catch more regular glimpses of those unicorns in the paddock.

Victoire's school life is not all rules and structure, books and ink. She enjoys alternately gallivanting about with her cousins (if a bit bossily), sending envy-inspiring Hogwarts tales to her siblings, and exercising her French in front of clearly monolingual youth. Victoire also swears swift allegiance to her house's quidditch fan base by frequently tottling around in stands during their practice sessions while her schoolwork and schoolmates bake in the sun. If a tan is generally out of the question for the young witch herself, she enjoys basking in the glow older students, especially the prefects and captains of this-or-that. Victoire is an impassioned defender of her favorite professors, the country of France, and the Harpies' chances at the league cup.

At the end of a well-behaved day, with an extended family like hers, there’s always a thrill on the other side of an accidentally unlocked door. Victoire is not entirely opposed to slipping through one.

Hogwarts Classes

Core Classes Astronomy Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Herbology History of Magic Potions Transfiguration

Electives None

How Do You Fit Into Your House?

Victoire is a good student, but her appreciation for Rowena's founding principles are what landed in her Ravenclaw. Though she has a tenacity in the classroom that rivals her natural skill, and might have fit another house, she is ultimately mind over matter. Her heart belongs to the house of clever and wise.

Sum up your character in one paragraph

Victoire is equal parts Weasley and Delacour. She is bold and bossy as an older sister, but structured and perfectionistic when it comes to herself. She craves to know things, often to a stressful degree, and is not particularly shy about showing her accomplishments. Despite a want of good marks and graces, she can be persuaded to join a good old Weasley-Potter adventure.