Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
Victoire knew that narrowed gaze well. It was the look her mum settled on her dad whether he went off on one of his tangents about the cottage being the safest place for them, as if the war'd not ended almost two decades earlier. There'd been no werewolf sightings of note, and yet he became more paranoid with every year that passed. But her mum, she'd never insisted they move. She knew her grandmum hadn't liked her mum, but Victoire thought she was quite amazing.
"They're quite like my cousins, but my cousins don't sit all over each other. I wonder if that was popular in the seventies. I find so many things have been lost in translation across the years." It was rather a new understanding, but she was certain it was true. History made heroes of horny boys; it was the only explanation. "Teddy recovered. I haven't spoken to Remus since." She looked at the woman across the table, expression turning entirely too serious for butterbeer. "Shocking, yes, but wouldn't you want to know?" Perhaps she sounded a bit hopeful.