"Je ne peux pas croire qu'il y ait un ici!!" Victoire buried her face into the crook of her sister's neck and into the thick of her golden hair. "I am fine, I promise." Her reassurance was strong, cupping her sister's cheek and looking her over intently. If there was a thread to pull to discover this was a new form of torture, she wanted to discover it before it bit her promptly on the arse.
"Godric, you are so young! I must be so old to you," she snickered as she pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Victoire gestured towards the streets and back to her sister. "Lead the way petite coquille." It was a nickname she hadn't used since she was little when they lived in Shell Cottage but it felt appropriate given the situation. She really did feel old.