Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
She smiled when possibly-Sirius said they were boned, and she entirely expected her cousins to pop their shaggy heads from beneath the table, and perhaps Fred along, as he was keen to learn how to be dreadful as well. James looking terribly proud of himself, and Al looking as if he'd been dragged along against his will. This was her triumph, and then she'd figure out how they'd found someone who so resembled Sirius Black, and the prank would go down in Weasley history, and Uncle George would tell everyone about it during hols every year.
But, the James Potter that appeared from beneath the cloak wasn't James at all. Or rather he was, but he wasn't, and she stared and forgot to chastise him for hiding beneath the table. "Uncle Harry?" she asked, but no, the eyes were all wrong, and while she rather detested Teddy at the moment (as much as someone could detest a person they adored), she turned to look at him. He was mentioning her hair in an entirely Puff-crooked compliment, and perhaps she melted a little (birds twittered, truly) before remembering that the matter at hand was very dire indeed. But, wait. "Why do you look younger?" He didn't look twenty. Why didn't he look nearly twenty?
She looked back at maybe-this-is-really-James Potter when he mentioned Remus, and she closed her fingers on Teddy's knee, in case something dreadful was about to happen, like an incoming volley of unintentional teacups. "Don't talk about him," she began, as Teddy stammered and his hair turned that shame red, and then she finally huffed in a very non-Slytherin, non-Veela way. "You're all dead. Everyone's dead. Every bloody twat in that post on the magical journals is dead."
Well, at least she'd not screamed. But she did go very Weasley-red in the face.