In-person: Teddy/Vic
[She arrived ten minutes late, as she always did. She was punctual in her lack of punctuality.
She'd her hair in folded up braids held with silver ribbons, low at the nape, and she wore slim black shorts and knee-high boots, shiny and muggle, and with a loose green sweater over.
Her wand was tucked into her pocket, and she'd left her robes behind. The school year had yet to begin, after all, and she'd no interest in the swath of black at present.
No, she'd only interest in one thing, and it was childish foolishness that drove her to invite Teddy along. She should give him the silent treatment, but she'd not seen or heard from him since his father had upended his grave and waltzed into a teashop, as if such a thing was altogether the thing to do. They'd grown-up together, and that was something, even if she'd not accept this new aging-down as apology for his actions.
If allowed to, he'd do the same thing as his older self had. She'd not allow it.]