Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
"My mum is French," Victoire replied, unintentionally wistful in her delivery. It was very unbecoming, sounding wistful, but there was nothing for it, and she smoothed fabric over her thighs in an effort to detract from her own emotionality. It was entirely inherited from the fire-haired side of her family and not at all her fault, but she fought against it valiantly. "My dad's British." That sounded fond, which was rather worse than wistful, but there was something about being with one's mum when the world had gone bonkers, even if said mum was too young to be a mum yet. It was rather impressive, she thought, that she didn't simply toss herself across the table and hug the other girl.
The questions were not surprising, and she'd no good lies at the ready, which was terribly un-Slytherin of her. "I've been at Hogwarts since my first year, but my parents sent me elsewhere at the beginning of hols. I'm surprised to find myself here at all, really." She wasn't in the habit of lying to her mum. She was in the habit of lying to her dad, but not her mum. Her mum had always seen through the lies. "I'm from later. Have you met any of the others from later or earlier yet?" Victoire knew it was nearly the right time for her mum, and she might not have even realized anything was odd, not yet.