Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Remus was not at all surprised that he was yoinked into a snug little embrace next to his friends. They had a tendency to be very affectionate that way. It took some getting used to in the beginning, since he was shy and not used to so much contact. It was easy to get into the habit, since they refused to stop. He was often the voice of reason, the level headed one, but he was the most fragile too, although he tried not to make it obvious. After fussing at the attention, he smiled, because it'd been too long. He leaned into both, one after the other, bumping shoulders in his type of affection.
"This one is ...." HIS? FUTURE CHILDREN? His mind was screaming and he felt fluttery for a moment. And pale. Very pale. It was the exact same way that his 'son' did, pale skin against dark hair, and his eyes went wide enough they might pop out of his skull. "Fu-future? You're in love with who, him?" To Sirius, but his hands felt numb. Remus stared at Teddy and could see it, in denial, he saw it all the same. "He's going to faint!" He blurted out. He knew the look. It was the same as his, most of the time, and luckily now he had the two of them to lean on if he did the same. He refused to hyperventilate. "Who is your mother?!" It seemed damn well important.