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“Eet cannot be. Eet ees too ‘orrible.”
fiftyshadesoftonks:
“So he just left. Just like that…” Tonks couldn’t believe Remus wouldn’t at least say goodbye. Was he really so hellbent on on refusing her love that he’d rather put himself on death’s doorstep than to be with her? She felt sick at the idea that she had to wait around for a couple of weeks just for an owl to see if he was alright. Playing the spy was a dangerous game and she anxiously waited any news though she knew it wouldn’t come for a few weeks.
“I am sorry, mon cher.”
She felt almost like she didn’t have the words to give to her best friend. If she thought Tonks would understand French, she would lament what a saddness this was and find a million ways to make a silver lining. Her English was not good enough for that, and she felt stifled in her inability to be a real comfort. Instead, she placed her hand in Tonk’s and sat there, waiting to know if hugging was an appropriate thing in the moment.
“’E ees very talented. E will know ‘ow to come back een one piece, I am sure. ‘E will come ‘ome, I promise.”
“So he just left. Just like that…” Tonks couldn’t believe Remus wouldn’t at least say goodbye. Was he really so hellbent on on refusing her love that he’d rather put himself on death’s doorstep than to be with her? She felt sick at the idea that she had to wait around for a couple of weeks just for an owl to see if he was alright. Playing the spy was a dangerous game and she anxiously waited any news though she knew it wouldn’t come for a few weeks.
tedditonks:
“Yeah, I’m sure I can. You want to come with, or shall I just bring you back something?”
“—I ‘ave some time, I theenk. You weell ‘ave to tell me your name eef we are going to be exploring together.”
alicejlongbottom:
“Gladly! I just hope I don’t get us terribly lost. But then again, sometimes getting a wee bit lost is fun. Frank and I once discovered a brilliant restaurant that way.”
“—I theenk you weell be better zan me at keeping us on ze right track, no? I am ‘appy to be lost, though eef eet ‘elps?”
fiftyshadesoftonks:
Her eyes lit up at the mention of rainbow colored wings that could match her hair no matter how often she changed it. “I think you are the most brilliant person I’ve ever met,” she said admiringly, the haze from the elf wine settling over her nicely. These girl times with Fleur had quickly become her favorite thing to do with her free time, right behind spending time with Remus in the library of Grimmauld Place when he was “trying to read” and she had fun distracting him.
Tonks smiled brightly when Fleur said if it weren’t for Bill and it weren’t for the fact that ditching Bill would make Mrs. Weasley so happy that she’d happily marry her. “I’m sure I’ll be here single and willing if things ever change.” She picked up the bottle and topped them both off. “Don’t— don’t let her get you down though. I know it’s probably really tough, I’ve seen how she is with you, but just know that Bill is obviously so in love with you. I should take a picture of the two of you together because it’s like the cutest fucking thing ever, I swear I could puke from how cute you both are.” Bill got this look in his eye like Fleur was his sun and whenever they were together he revolved around her like he was the Earth.
A very unladylike snort left Tonks when she heard Fleur’s advice. “What does that even mean? I don’t get it.” Playing games was not her strong suit. “Like I’m around him but purposefully ignoring him? I don’t think I could do that… I love talking to him too much and I’m not strong enough to stay away. He’s just so smart and his voice… I could seriously listen to him talk all day on anything.”
“—And I theenk you give me too much credit. Eet ees only sometheeng I learnt to do for my seester.”
Despite her words, she was smiling widely at the girl in front of her. People called her a number of things; beautiful, sexy, charming, she’d heard them all. What people never seemed to compliment was the way her mind worked. Of course, she knew she was smart, knew she spoke four languages and could curse a man within an inch of his life with ease. What she didn’t know was whether other people saw that when they looked at her. She was fine with being pretty if the world knew that she was so much more as well. Being with Tonks was a reminder that people could see behind her smile, that they understood her worth as a person. Perhaps that was why she seemed to enjoy their nights so much.
“—I do not theenk you weell be single for much longer, cherie.”
As much as she wanted Tonks to be happy in a relationship with Remus, she knew that a part of the reason she was so determined to see them together was because she understood his perspective. Her whole life, she’d believed that she would never find love, that she’d always be a thing. His concern over the relationship was an echo of the doubts that she’d once had in her own mind. Fleur was lucky, she knew that, the years of cynicism had not been nearly as long as his had been. She was young, and he had seen hardship. Still, she rooted for his happiness.
“—Eet ees nice to ‘ave some support een thees. I keep theenking zat she weell get to ‘im and ‘e weell wake up one day and see zat ‘e would be better settling down with a nice Eenglish girl like she wants ‘im too. I do not see ‘ow I can keep ‘im eef ees mother keeps zis going.”
She didn’t mean to spell out all of her worries on the table, but there was something about having a real friend for what might be the first time in her life that made her say more than she had meant. She’d blame it on the elf-wine if she was asked though. She kept seeing it in her mind, him leaving and her left with nothing but shattered hope. Fleur wasn’t going to wax poetic, she knew she would carry on living her life but even she had to admit that the light might fade behind her eyes if she was forced to go back to her old life.
“—Just be there, cher, notheeng else.”
itsvicweasley:
Vic looked at her in a bit of a confused sympathy. “Who wouldn’t wish you were here. You seem lovely and dedicated.” she explained. Vic was ready to fight at this, no one was rude to her mother. Anyone who spoke poorly of her would get a very rude awakening thanks to Vic. Any bad talk of her family was fair game for a punch in the nose.
“—Mostly Bill’s family. Though eef anyone asks I said nothing about eet. I don’t theenk I am what zey wanted for ‘im.”
She shrugged it off in the way she had become used to doing. The only person she would let see the real extent of the damage on her heart was Tonks, simply because she knew the girl wouldn’t be running off to tell on her any time soon. Fleur wanted to be liked, but nothing she did ever seemed to be good enough.
Grimmauld Place
itsvicweasley:
Vic listened to her as if every word was precious. Especially when her mother mentioned the tournament. Her mother never spoke of the tournament instead she just brushed past it. It always made Vic curious, but she didn’t want to upset her. So she nodded as if she understood, but she was a bit lost. “That’s very sweet, to have someone there for you like that. He must be some man. You’ve been here a year or so? How are you liking it?” she smiled, choosing not to push any more for information on the tournament. “Where do you work now?” she asked, as if she didn’t know, but that was all apart of this. They were practically strangers at this moment.
“—’E ees the very best kind of man. They do not come around very often, I theenk. I am ze luckiest girl - even eef zat sounds like a cliché.”
She could not help her smile, could not hide the silvery glow that came off her skin when she was too happy. Fleur often thought of the Harpy in her veins as a curse, thought of her birthright as a nightmare; but when it showed how happy she was with a man she loved, even the young veela herself could not hate it. This had never been the future she’d expected for herself. She’d always thought she would just marry a boy from a good family and hope they could be friends. She would do anything to enjoy her time with love.
“—England ees ‘ard sometimes, but I ‘ave made some good friends ‘ere. I’m at Gringotts, though.”
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tedditonks:
“I sure couldn’t, I know that for a fact. Y’know— if we go into muggle London, I bet you anything that they must have a decent coffee store somewhere.”
“—Do you theenk you could find one?”
alicejlongbottom:
“You haven’t? Oh, it’s very fascinating, but I haven’t been in… a while.”
“—Per’aps you would be my guide?”
Grimmauld Place
itsvicweasley:
She smiled warmly at her future mother and nodded, “I’m just observant, I suppose. But no, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” she assured her. And she couldn’t possibly say otherwise because she loved love and her parents love story was her favorite. Her smile spread as she tried to think of any questions to add, she had so many. She was so curious about everything, and for once since she arrived here, she felt more at ease than ever. Just her and her mother talking about their love lives. How strange that sounded and yet so easy to talk about. “Hm, how did you two meet?” she began.
“—’E was at ze tournament for ze last trial, though we deed not meet there. I saw ‘im but at ze time I ‘ad other theengs on my mind.”
She kept the grin on her face, though it was a struggle. Fleur did not like to think too much about the tournament and what had happened that day. She didn’t even mention it in front of Tonks or Bill. She would answer questions, of course, but further than that, she kept her mouth shut. There was no part of her that wanted to remember it. However, she still remembered the time she saw Bill, pictured him like that on her worst nights. She had never seen a man so dedicated to protecting his family.
“—After thees, I saw ‘im once when I first came to Eengland. ‘E ‘elped me get a job and was always there een my first few weeks to check zat people weren’t speaking too fast for me. I didn’t ‘ave ze ‘eart to tell ‘im zat I understood eet all. Eet’s been about a year now, I theenk?”
itsvicweasley:
She kept forgetting the time, and how dangerous it was. There was a war going on and she wasn’t used to it. “Oh, of course. I don’t want any mistrust forming.” she said sincerely. The last thing she wanted was for people turning against people in the Order. “I hadn’t even thought about that.” she added.
She smiled sympathetically at the girl. Even if it was clear that she was not fully French, Fleur understood what it felt like to be disconnected from a language. She missed speaking freely, lived for the moments when she was alone with those she trusted and could let her tongue slip without panic.
“—There are enough people ‘ho do not weesh me to be ‘ere already. I ‘ave to be careful what eet ees I am saying.”
fiftyshadesoftonks:
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.”
Fleur. She shouldn’t be here. Yes, she could do anything she wanted, and yes, she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but Bill couldn’t stand the sight of someone so perfect amidst everything cracked and dark and corrupted.
And he couldn’t quite stand the fact that she was seeing him here. Sure, she knew that he was a Curse-Breaker and that his entire life revolved around dealing with dark objects and curses and life-threatening situations, but she hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t seen him outside of the office or their dates. And now she knew that he had a penchant for wandering where he wasn’t wanted — where he shouldn’t want to be.
Neither of them should be here. Yet both of them were. And Bill found himself disregarding all concerns over how she would view him to focus on the fact that she was here and that he would love for her to be anywhere else. He placed a hand on her shoulder, as if he could steer her away even though she seemed to have a perfectly valid reason to be here.
But it wasn’t the reason. It was the fact that she could be hurt. And he couldn’t stand that. If anyone tried anything, he would be out for vengeance. He would tear through the streets. Because he could bear to see Fleur harmed; he could hardly bear the thought of it.
“ If it’s stolen objects you’re looking for, I can think of someone far more capable of hunting them down than these creeps that call themselves merchants. How long have you been down here? ”
Are you alright? Is the question that hung on the tip of his tongue.
“—Oui. Of course, I should ‘ave thought.”
She managed to disguise the relief at him believing her story with a half-laugh, as if she were simply amused at how lapse she had been. However, now she was faced with the fact that she didn’t have any items she could describe. His next question was simpler of course. Now he thought he knew why she was there, she could easily give a timeframe of activity. He’d know, she guessed, that she hadn’t been into work that day. Getting a day off in the name of ‘exploring’ had been easy, considering that Goblins didn’t often want to know about human behaviour.
“—An hour, per’aps? I was ‘oping to ‘ave some good news to send back to ‘er. Eet would ‘ave been easier to avoid ze questions about when i am to come ‘ome eef she thought I was ‘elping by being ‘ere.”
The truth was, she was embarrassed to admit, that she would be in England for as long as he made it clear that he wanted her to be there. Fleur had come here as an escape, but she’d never planned on staying as long as she had already. There was this one thing keeping her rooted in the same place when her life away could work out better for her. Even the small contact of his hand on her shoulder was making it difficult for her to keep herself from acting in a way she might end up regretting. It always seemed the way with him. Her normally unaffected body seemed to crave touch more than she believed possible.
Despite her earlier fear of him finding her, as the seconds passed, she found herself wanting to stay with him more and more. She was at home there, more than she would like to be, but there was something much more appealing in finding a home in his arms.
“—Per’aps now you are ‘ere, you would ‘elp me, no? Save me from ‘aving to go back to france?”
Working at Gringotts – not for, but at, a distinction that brought a groan to Bill’s lips any time he thought too long about it – had been enjoyable at first. Maybe he wasn’t horribly interested in sorting through paperwork and organizing trips for his coworkers, but he had often been excited about going out for lunch. They gave him an extra hour (perhaps because they knew that without it Bill would be too restless to get much completed during the second half of the day), and he used that time to explore Diagon Alley. He visited the shops no one had really heard of and wandered until he brushed up against the residential areas. When he ran out of brightly lit stores and houses bursting with flowers, he had even dipped into Knockturn Alley, appreciating it not for its dark nature but for the small amount of thrill and danger it had offered. He learned the sorts that wandered from store to store, carrying unknown items in black bags and keeping their eyes from catching that of any other browsers.
So when he saw someone with innocence in their step and eyes glancing around the crowd desperately, Bill knew that they had stumbled into the wrong street and gotten turned around, quite possibly confused by all the shops with mirrored windows and blackened doors of Knockturn. He could either mind his own business, or step in and offer a bit of help – and was that even a choice, really?
“ I’m thinking that you might’ve gone astray. Diagon Alley’s a good ten minutes away. Need me to walk you back? ”
There wasn’t much she hadn’t seen, at least in the space around her tiny little flat. Perhaps she knew how out of place she must look there - though, if anyone asked her, she would have to point out that perhaps she, halfbreed as she was, belonged there more than anyone else. So she’d stepped off the beaten track, gone on her veela grandmother’s orders to send her back something horrifying. Pretty little girls aren’t always strangers to darkness, after all. A fascination in her skin, the Harpy calling out from underneath her bones as she immersed herself in something a little bit dangerous. After all, she knew her heart would never allow herself to be harmed. Fleur didn’t think anything of it. Her beauty - that which made her stand out most - was a curse, and so why should she not feel a kinship with those objects that suffered a similar fate?
Had anyone else found her, she almost thought she wouldn’t care. Remus, she would have laughed and pointed out that the pair together would be considered more dangerous than anything the alley had to offer. Tonks, she would have joked about how dragon tamers needed excitement in their lives. The rest, she couldn’t care less. But it wasn’t one of them. It was him. Bill. The man who’d made light work of turning her world upside-down as if it were nothing more than a mere joke to him. She could hardly hide the moment of panic as it rose to her lips. She’d been fighting to keep this hidden, to pretend that being a veela girl was nothing more than watching the world as it looked at her. Until now, she’d shown nothing of the way she hid herself in dark corners to calm the screaming in her mind. Scared, but still reliant on the vague protection of her blood, she dug deep pulling her soul from it’s cage and leaving her legacy to make sure she still looked her best. Lie. Lie so close to the truth so she couldn’t be caught out, it seemed the only option.
“—Astray? Non, cherie. Just a leetle sight seeing. My grandmother mentioned een a letter zat ‘er people ‘ad once ‘ad some possessions taken and per’aps they might be ‘ere. She wondered eef I would ‘ave some luck finding zem.”
“— Alright, Fleur. You’re making yourself out to be a monster of some sort, but I don’t think that’s r e a l l y true, is it? Regardless, I will ‘put up’ with you until then. Or we could go out and find a cafe to get coffee in.”
“—Says ze man ‘ho theenks ‘e ees more of a monster zan anyone. At least we ‘ave a reason, no? I would adore a coffee with you, though. Eet would be nice to get out of ‘ere for a leetle while. I can only ‘ear so many comments from Bill’s mother before I theenk I will snap.”