Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P
Not what she'd been expecting. She could tell something had happened, but whatever it was wasn't what she'd expected, and she crossed one arm over her stomach and gave the imposter a look that was entirely Slytherin. Which was to say, it was unimpressed and reserved. She was always reserved, and it made her rather stand out from the rest of the Weasley clan. Her grandmum insisted it meant nothing, but she'd always felt the difference.
But it suited her here, wand in her hand and expression entirely unreadable. "Who are you, and why do you look like Sirius Black?"
Of course, there was the obvious answer, but that was mad. Timeturners couldn't even make this happen, and no one had ever been summoned from beyond the veil. He was young, too, like his pictures from the early days in Azkaban, which everyone had seen at some point or another. Polyjuice? Perhaps, but only with a timeturner to go, steal a hair, and return with it. It seemed an awful lot of work, and thirty days of potion making just to meet her here.
"And I'm not awful." Flick, fingers and no wand, a whisper in French, and his nose turned blue. That sliver of Veela was good for some things, and wandless magic was one of them.