Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
Fleur gave a little laugh at the assessment, tinkling peals falling from her lips. Dirtier was certainly one way to put it, though she suspected she would always find it dirty and dark, so different from what she had known and liked back home. The amusement melted away momentarily as she was pointedly asked about remembering certain people. “Should I?” The fact that the question was asked at all pointed to yes, but she took a moment to take a sip of her butterbeer, smiling softly as the girl turned her nose up.
“They’re very bratty,” she agreed with a nod. “Nothing at all what I would expect from the great James Potter. Or the infamous Sirius Black.” Even saying their names felt strange, now knowing they might be the real deal. She could only shrug. “But I suppose stranger things have happened. One minute I’m on my way to England, ready to start a job and flirt with a cursebreaker.” Her smile was fond, albeit sly, and the lift in her brow waggled ever so slightly. “The next moment, I’m in the future. The war is over. Like that. Poof.” Her free hand flicked her fingers out for emphasis.