Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
It was entirely graceless, but Victoire gaped. But even her gracelessness was more Veela than Weasley, and there was at least that in her favor. She gaped, and then she remembered to press her lips together. Why she'd thought she'd be spared an improperly aged parent was anyone guest. Teddy had a father his own age, and the Marauders were alive and young again. Even Uncle Harry was still young, and if she'd not encountered all that, she would've been more unprepared for this encounter with her mum. Yet, even with all that, she wasn't entirely nonplussed.
She'd a choice, standing there. She could throw her arms about the woman she'd clung to since she'd been a very small thing, or she could pretend nothing untoward was happening at all. For the moment, she chose the latter.
She motioned to a quiet table, and she refused to voice the I know that immediately popped into her mind when her mum told her name. "I'm called Victoire," she said, and while she'd no true French accent, the name was pronounced entirely in the French manner. Her dad called her Vic, but her mum had always said her name as if it was a word first, and her name second, and she pronounced it just the same.
She sat, prim and priss and snake and Veela, and she motioned for two butterbeers with a regal carriage that was not in the Weasley bloodline. "Have you been here long?" she asked, thinking it a safe question altogether.