Title: Baby Boomers
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A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.
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“Victoire?,” Millicent muttered quietly, but that didn’t hide her incredulity, “seriously, who but a Weasley names their kid Victoire. Why not just call her “Hey, Look We Won”, and get it over with. And what is that up to? Two Weasleys, one Potter, and one Lovegood this year? And the Lovegood girl is half Potter's as well. Was all that entire group did once the War was over was procreate?”
Dennis smirked into his cup and glanced down at the little blonde girl sitting on the stool with the Sorting Hat on her head. McGonagall was standing beside her (Padma might be the Deputy Headmistress now, but McGonagall still enjoyed doing these things that let her interact with the students). They were at the staff table at the front of the Great Hall so he doubted anyone could hear them but he talked quietly anyway.
“What do you expect Bulstrode, they’re your baby boomers. This sort of population explosion happens after every war,” he said.
She made a face, “At least I know I won’t have to deal with her. She’s a Weasley – that bunch always ends up in your House,” she crossed her arms.
“Slytherin!,” the Hat yelled.
He glanced over - Millicent’s face had gone slack with surprise, “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” she said.
McGonagall glared disapprovingly and a confused Victoire Weasley glanced up at them before she wandered over to sit with her new House.