Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
'Being real.' That was a curious turn of phrase, wasn't it? James was exchanging glances with Sirius quite regularly, especially at the mention of 2017, which sounded very queer to the ear. 2017. He'd be going on 60. How terrible! The boy in the glasses gave a small shudder at the prospect of age, when the mention of Teddy's dad, Remus Lupin, dying in a second war snagged his attention and he frowned. He frowned a lot.
He waved away the idea that the two across the table weren't romantically entangled, because he was sure they were, whether they knew it or not. Without thinking about it, he leaned into Sirius, because after nearly seven years of year-round togetherness and after all they'd been through, the boys in the Gryffindor Tower, going on Year 7, had little to no concept of personal space with each other. They shared beds, they sat on one another, and, as Sirius was his closest mate of the lot, he got the brunt of intrusions. But, that's what happens when you run away from home and your wonderful mate's parents like you stay with them. The Potter household wasn't small, but it wasn't big either, and he and Sirius had shared a room for a long time now.
"Oi, shove it, Black." James elbowed the other boy back, right to the ribs, at the bit about Albus Severus, which was just a terrible, horrible, unforgivable name. He wondered what Evans would think about a child named after her old friend Snape. Then he wondered where Evans was, and then he sulked a bit. James leaned forward and put his chin in his hand, suddenly very keen. "Say, my son... Harry," the name was foreign on his tongue, "Who's his mum?"
A teapot smacked into the back of his head before anyone could answer. He swore.
"Is anyone going to order anything? The china is getting impatient. I'll have a cuppa, you rude thing."