Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
Honestly. These were the Marauders? Not that she'd expected them to be dull and serious. Their tales were still great fun, and she knew they were rapscallions. Al and James had the invisibility cloak and the map these days, excepting times when Rose stole both from them, and they found a world of trouble with them. But she rather expected heroes, and not relative-flirting boys who seemed impossible of grasping very simple things. And the advent of Remus should've been understood to be a bad thing, but James and Sirius clearly thought it was brilliant, and she wanted to upend a teapot on the lot of them as Teddy got that look about him that said he was about to faint.
Teddy, he was rather a fainter. It was very Puff of him. She pulled her wand, and she transfigured the teacup into a cushion with the flick of an elegant little hand. Flick and swish, and she touched her fingers to the back of Teddy's neck to ensure he landed his face on said cushion.
"Of course he's going to faint. How would you react to a dead dad you don't recall showing up out of the blue? You're rather a sore spot." She looked at all of them, very Molly Weasley, rather entirely putout by the unintentional cruelty toward her Teddy (who was not her Teddy, but for the moment she would make an exception).
"His mum's Tonks." She mouthed the last bit silently: Also dead.