[Though he's older, the hug is the same. Victoire returns the hug tightly, laughing as she pulls away and he kisses her temple. If he had been as young as she knew him to be, that would have been her.]

I'm just glad I wasn't leaving a 13 year old waiting by himself in front of Gringotts. [Her smile fades a little, however, and she nods her head.] I was assured that it wouldn't hurt to check where we know there's family. The Burrow would be our best chance at finding family.

[Had the phenomenon stretched as far as other communities? Would their grand-mere and grand-pere even believe them if they showed up on their doorstep in France? When, by calculations, their maman was only a toddler?]