Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Everything was quite overwhelming, and Teddy wasn't sure how everybody could be so calm about being back from the dead, or how Victoire was continuously, cruelly intent on reminding him that they were (somehow)not entangled. Initially, he'd thought that she was putting on airs of ambivalence like usual, in case word should get back to her father, but that thought was briefly lived and ultimately not a comfort at all when he realized that such was not the case. She said that it was 2017, and he tried to wrap his brain around where two years could have been lost between last night and today. Cluelessly, he took some tea from the abusive teapot for something to do with his hands.
He might have had a warmer response to flirtation from attractive strangers, but everything felt rather detached and impossible, so he did little more than stare at Sirius when compliments were made. The dark brushstrokes of his eyebrows knit, and his forehead wrinkled, as he watched the magical anomalies sitting across from Victoire and himself. He'd never heard of this, people coming back decades after the fact. Warm fingers made Teddy glance down where Vic had wrapped his hand tight in hers like comfort to balm against a coming hurt, and he looked back up just as Remus fucking Lupin sat down. Introductions were poorly made, but Teddy barely heard the words anyway due to the sudden ringing in his ears. He squeezed the hand under the table harder, and his face was pale against the suddenly-black mop of his hair, and yes, it did look like Teddy was going to faint in 5, 4, 3, 2...