Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
She was momentarily surprised by her mum's candor and willingness to know her future children, but the surprise was gone nearly as soon as it came. Her mum had always been entirely fearless, regardless of her grandmum's opinion of Veela. She should've known her mum would want to know, and now it was Victoire's turn to be uncertain. What if her mum didn't like her? Vic knew she wasn't desperately easy to know. Everyone compared her slightly to her uncle Percy, and that was never a compliment.
Victoire stared a moment when the question was posed so very directly. It would be entirely snakeish to respond promptly and explain all her many virtues. She was rather brilliant at hexes and potions, and her grandmum on her mum's side said she was as good at wandless magic as any Veela. She should be calm about all of it, really. There was nothing to panic over.
Yet, panic is precisely what she did. And she panicked gloriously.
She stood, nearly upending both butterbeers, and she knocked a knee against the table in a youthful show of nerves. "I really must be off. It was lovely meeting you." English, and she forgot the French entirely in that moment.
She turned, a squeak in the back of her throat that was entirely un-snake. All sixteen-year old girl aged up, and she fled without looking back. As if that would make anything better at all.
She was halfway to Hogwarts before she vowed to never leave the dungeons again.