She’d never considered arts and crafts to make wings, maybe because she didn’t have a creative bone in her body or the patience or light touch it took to make most crafts. But she had no doubt that Fleur in all her grace could get her done; Fleur was the kind of daughter her mom would have killed to have, not the clumsy, boyish one she’d gotten. “I have zero design power so I’ll rely on your expertise.” Tonks felt terrible for Fleur, sweet Fleur, as she talked about how Bill’s family was not accepting her and it made her consider going back to France. “No, you can’t go. You can stay here and marry me,” she said with a laugh, trying to make the other girl feel better. “My mother would love to have you as a daughter, you’re the kind she’s always wanted.” Tonks had fought her mother tooth and nail against wearing frilly party dresses with lace gloves when she was growing up, they didn’t even look good on her short frame, often times so fluffy that they made her wider than she was tall.
But her thoughts were interrupted when Fleur changed the subject onto her. “What, my lack of one?” She laughed it off, as she always did when someone brought up something that troubled her. And then after that she’d make a joke, a deflection away from how much it bothered her. “There’s not enough to comment on to even make a complete sentence.” After that conversation her and Remus had had on that overnight mission not much had changed between them, sadly.
Fleur had learnt quickly all she needed to know about being creative. Her mother, whilst caring, had been too busy growing up to make costumes for the many plays they put on. She would come home and perform the necessary charmwork to make sure they were the ones who stood out, but for the most part, Fleur would make them herself. It was a pleasure to see her sister smile so widely whenever she came up with something new for her to wear. Though she’d not considered using those skills in friendship, especially as an adult, she couldn’t say she hated the thought. It was frivolous and almost ridiculous, and she couldn’t have possibly been happier about it.
“—I theenk we should make zem rainbow coloured,
so zey match whatever ‘air you choose to ‘ave on
ze day. With sparkles, of course.”
Even if she was lying about any desire to go back home, she appreciated the enthusiasm with which Tonks replied. It was no secret that they didn’t get off to the best start. Fleur had seen her as a potential friend from the beginning, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a rocky road getting there. With the list of people who wanted her there so short, she appreciated any support in her quest to find love. She had hard skin but she couldn’t pretend that anything to do with Bill’s family slipped under it. She was positively weak whenever Molly made another comment, and it seemed to take all of her effort to keep herself under control. If Bill didn’t make her feel the way he did, she would have left a long time before that.
“—I still ‘ave to lose Bill to do that, which I
theenk would make zat woman smile too
much. Merci, though, cherie. Eef theengs
change I would love to marry you.”
She pulled a face at Tonk’s next words, nose crinkling up as she thought about what was best to do. The way she saw it, Remus and the girl were perfect together. Of course, she felt a strange kinship towards the werewolf, knowing him to be a person who understood what it meant to be not quite human. She wanted them both happy. Actually, if she was honest, she wanted all four of them to be happy and have a large joint wedding and potentially share a mansion just so she could have her favourite people around - but she would settle for happy.
“—You ‘ave to make yourself unavoidable,
be wherever ‘e ees. ‘E weell not be able
to resist eef you are always there.”
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