Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Teddy had no idea what was going on. He was quite used to going with assorted flows and generally being too short on attention to ever really know anything for sure, but this was different. Different in the kind of fucked up way that felt supersonic, and he wondered about those muggle movies with the pod people and the spaceships and ugh they totally needed a scientist for this sort of thing(and where were they going to find one of those on this side of town at this hour?).
The compliments on his hair formed shades of pink briefly before self-consciousness brought the whole thing back to the blue-black strands that started it all. "I-- thanks," he said with a pause. Because he wasn't sure how to go from being insulted to being flattered in all of five seconds. Victoire usually stayed angry with him for at least a full day at a time. And was that a wink? His heart thumped and his gray eyes went fawn-wide when the one imposter asked about his hair. "It.. uh, yeah." He looked back at Victoire helplessly, which was kind of his go-to expression in moments of confusion or crisis or on Tuesdays. And why did he look younger? "... You do," he said gently with eyebrows drawn.
Then of course, when she started on about everyone being dead, Teddy had already quite began to believe in ghosts or poltergeists or pod people.. and even if they were of the haunted variety of apparitions, it seemed fucking rude to be so brash. "Don't say that," he hissed at his (ex?)girlfriend, but in a kind of gentle and please sort of way.
"Are you being real?" He asked the two unknowns, all with his stern and serious face(which was soooo Remus, btw), like he'd forgive all if they were joking about his dead father if only they'd admit it now. Also, he seemed entirely ready to believe them if they only said yes.