Ron Weasley - Rose Weasley - James Sirius.
She didn't think Ron wouldn't actually hex her, so when he didn't, the smirk on her face only grew. "Dunno." she said to James, looking over at him. "As entertaining as that would be, we don't need hexes to start flying." and from what she had heard, sometimes there needed to be a shield charm placed between her parents when they really started to argue.
"If you were in such a war set mind, you wouldn't have fallen asleep in a wide open building with zero protection." she pointed out. There was nothing keeping him safe here, at yet he'd been fine with passing out if he could. How war directed could he be?
She crossed her arms over her chest, her temper momentarily threatening to rise before she made herself calm down. "You'd what? Go off and find your own safe house? Do you even know how to begin to draw a devils trap?" she had a good chunk of it down, the exorcism was coming along nicely as well. Somehow she didn't see Hermione going for it. Did he ever get the necklace she had given her Hermione to give to him, or had he ignored it completely? Seeing him in person, she was suddenly extremely annoyed all over again.
Turning to look at James for a moment, her face away from Ron, she rolled her eyes, her face clearly displaying her annoyance, before she turned back around again to look at the younger version of her father. "Bothered to learn our names, did you?"