Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Victoire's expression did not lighten when he said she was out of her mind. It was in dreadfully poor taste to joke, even if it really was them. Everyone had lived with death for years, and it had coloured their childhoods entirely. Her expression wasn'd mad-eyed, and it wasn't Weasley-red and anger. It went rather entirely quiet as Sirius stood, because she was going with the fact that perhaps he was truly Sirius Black.
She scooted impossibly closer to Teddy on the tiny bistro chair, and she gave him a look when he hissed at her in that Puff way. She barely refrained from rolling her eyes, but she'd grown up with Teddy, and there was precious little she didn't know about the boy she'd begun snogging at fourteen. She was fairly certain Sirius was flirting with him, and she'd no idea what to do with that, really, and she turned toward the two boys they'd been raised to believe were heroes.
"I think they're being real," she said, answering Teddy's question. "Very well. Let's be honest, shall we? Teddy and I are from 2017," she said, not realizing that Teddy was, in fact, from two years prior, and that she rather should be fifteen according to his current age. "I believe present day is earlier than that. This looks raggedy, compared to how it ought to look," she said of their surroundings. "Teddy's dad," she said respectfully, "is Remus Lupin, but Teddy never knew him, really, as Remus died during the Second Wizarding War."
It was obvious, perhaps, that she did quite a bit of the talking in their relationship, because Teddy was dreadfully Puff about difficult conversation. He was terribly good with his hands, which quite made up for it. Ah, but a final correction. "We're not romantically entangled," she added, pert nose in the air and entirely ignoring that her ankle had slid overtop of Teddy's during the debacle.