Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Victoire thought, perhaps, that there were things they'd not been told about the Marauders. She'd heard all the stories growing up, of course. George loved to tell them, and Uncle Harry had his fair share, but none of them included this amount of "affection," and she was quite, quite sure now that Sirius Black was flirting with Teddy, and she'd no idea whether to be jealous or supremely annoyed. Perhaps hexing him would be the best course of action. Surely, yes, and she was considering when he said Al's name again in that tone.
"Honestly," she began but James was asking questions, and he did look everso much like her uncle. It was troubling, really. She didn't take exactly after anyone. In fact, she'd been born rather entirely blonde. The first in the Weasley family in years, even if her hair darkened along the way. She was certain she was the first Slytherin in the family, and hadn't that been a happy sorting day? She ducked the teapot with Veela grace, and she declined a cup of anything at all. She wasn't sure she could be trusted not to upend it on someone's head.
Now that this was settling in, it was all dire and stressful, and why was Teddy younger, and they were absolutely not romantically entangled. Untangled, that was what they were. Officially untangled.
She scooted closer to him. Somehow.
"Al is named after Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, who are both heroes," she said, the pride at Snape's name marking her entirely as a snake, even without the requisite green and silver. "James is named after you two, obviously, and Lily Luna is named after her grandmum and one of Uncle Harry's dearest friends." There was James' answer, and she took a bit of pleasure in forcing him to extrapolate it.
Then, the newcomer joined them and the blood seeped from her already pale features. Oh, this was dreadful. Truly dreadful. Entirely dreadful. Perhaps Teddy wouldn't recognize him? And while she hated the boy at her side, desperately and passionately and in a manner completely devoid of entanglement, she still squeezed his fingers then, lest he faint.