Holding a grudge was not something that Teddy was accustomed to. In the past, his schoolmates had said awful things to him, his friends had acted like tossers on occasion and the formerly blue-haired young man had let it roll off of him like it was nothing. It was unfortunately different with Victoire, and Teddy didn't like knowing that she still meant enough to rattle him, that he still hadn't let everything go and managed to move on. He had dated other girls since her, and when the relationships came to an end, he barely thought of them. Why couldn't Victoire be the same? Why did he still want to comfort when she was babbling uncomfortably in front of him?

A frown creased his brow at her words, her statements sounded forced, and fake. “You're sure I'm brilliant but you've never even--” he snapped, stopping himself before he could go on. This wasn't the place for this, nor the time and Teddy was determined not to spoil the whole evening for Harry and Ginny, and the rest of the family when everyone had previously been having such a good time. It was better to leave, just turn his back, walk away and forget all of this; forget her. 

Behind them, more Weasley's and Potter's began to gather conspicuously around the opening of the tent, apparently more interested in the conversation than the free food and wine inside. James caught his eye and Teddy did his best to convey an irritated look, hoping that he would corral the others away and give he and Victoire a bit of privacy. However, Teddy was sure that was asking too much when everyone seemed to be so interested in either their reconciliation, or rather, the impending explosion.

When she asked him not to go, Teddy wondered why it mattered to her. If he was gone, she could have her family back, she would never have to worry about running into him again, or think that she had to stay away because sides had been chosen. It was as though Victoire was doing him a favor, as if she was conceding, letting him win and Teddy had to quell his anger once again. He wouldn't yell at her, not again, and he refused to make this worse than it needed to be. 

“Please,” blue eyes rolling, he sighed, “they're your family. I didn't keep you from them, and I'm not standing in your way now.” He was leaving, though, unable to come up with a feasible reason to stay. “You belong here, not me. We don't have anything to discuss, so just...piss off.” Perhaps that was a bit more than what the situation called for, and Teddy could have just walked away, but he felt the petty need to try and hurt her.