Fleur Weasley

52. Healer. Beauxbaton's Triwizard Champion.

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[hellinq]

[fleurxweasley]

thirdwars​:

Jimmy looks at Fleur, and remembers them at the battle, a quick flash in his mind. “Alright, alright, you caught me. I was swearing,” he says, and he’d raise his hands in surrender if he wasn’t, well, completely occupied. Then he catches sight of her extended hand, and he nods. “Yeah, please –” He hands her the coffee, and gives her a grateful, quick smile. “– dead clumsy, I am.”

Fleur owed Jimmy a great deal of thanks. Without him, she might’ve gotten seriously hurt. “Why is it when you people swear, you call it French?” The tone of her voice, along with the smile on her face, made it clear she was teasing. She took his coffee and waited. “Ah, we’ve all spilt coffee before.”

[fleurxweasley]

hugohumungus​:

“She could,” he says with a wry grin, “Thank Merlin she’s one of the kindest most brilliant people in the world, or we’d be screwed.” He shakes his head, his eyes fixed on hers, “Sick, wine it is. I could never get into it. I feel like I don’t understand wine. It’s a mystery.” He looks over to catch the eye of a nearby bartender, waving a hand to indicate he needed something.

“Precisely. Though, I imagine there are several in our family that could do the same.” Fleur shrugged briefly. There were so many of them that they could practically do anything if they stood together. “Maybe you just haven’t had a good wine. I have to admit, it is much better in France than it is here.”

[allureable]

[genelizatierney]

me tbh

[kalevit-deactivated20230107-dea]

give me coffee with vanilla milk, cups with lipstick stains and dripped over chocolate. give me heart kisses, eye glances in a crowded shop, musuem dates that last days. give me something to grab when the sun rises, something to keep when your eyes widen. i want moonlight kisses under stars that kiss when the clouds say goodbye. give me something, anything, without holding back.

[campodegirassois]

[thirdwars]

where – anywhere that’s public. who – jimmy & open.

“Oh, that’s just what I needed,” grumbled Jimmy. He watched how dark coffee spread over his T-shirt, wincing slightly at the heat, frozen for a moment. Today was a bad day. Well, it was a bad week, or month really, but today the world just seemed out to get him particularly. His coffee ( which he needed quite desperately ) spilling was just the cherry on top of a rather shitty milkshake. As the hot fluid seared his skin, he raised his voice as he cursed, “Morgana’s tits.” For a moment, Jimmy was occupied attempting to hold the rest of his coffee with one hand, while scrambling for his wand to cast a drying charm. A few more cursewords slipped from his lips, a waterfall of profanity like, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Trying to see if there was a table or something around, he let his gaze fly up, and found himself making eye contact with someone who’d most definitely overheard him. “Aye, er - shit. Sorry, pardon my French.

[fleurxweasley]

Fleur had been concerned when she’d first seen Jimmy - or rather, heard him. She still was, but his last words made her chuckle a bit. “None of that was French, Jimmy,” she replied. She offered a smile as she held out a hand. “Is there anything I can do to help? Hold your coffee?”

[fleurxweasley]

hugohumungus​:

“I’m an adult,” Hugo says with a soft laugh, “I’d like to see them stop me - actually,” he pauses, “My mom could stop me.” Shrugging a shoulder, he waves a hand vaguely, “Hey, I owe you for it. You know, my whole childhood. What do you drink?”

Fleur truly laughed at his admission. “I think your mother could stop all of us if she wanted to.” Hermione was truly a force to be reckoned with. She shook her head, smiling as she looked at him. “I just do what I should, but I will take it this time. I’ll just have a glass of wine.”

[hugohumungus]

location: the three broomsticks

who: hugo + open

It had been an exhausting day. Though, most days were pretty exhausting in Hugo’s opinion. While he enjoyed people, generally speaking, having to deal with the public could become pretty easily overwhelming. Still, he felt the inn was the perfect place to unwind. For whatever reason, Hugo always found fun in chatting aimlessly after work - it was quite a welcome distraction.

So, readily, he sat down across from the only person he found seated alone, crossing his legs, he leans forward, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you here,” he begins, gesturing broadly, “I have quite a big announcement to make, you might want to take a seat. Good,” he says, sitting up once more, “I have managed to be an adult for a full eight hours, and i think that means the universe therefore owes us both a butterbeer. Are you down?”

[fleurxweasley]

Most of St. Mungo’s had calmed down, much to Fleur’s relief, in the recent days. At the very least, there was no longer a giant influx of people needing their help. Still, she’d stopped by the Three Broomsticks for a bit before she’d head home. 

She chuckled as she smiled at Hugo. “Oh, I’m very curious.” She nodded, quieting as he started talking again. “Absolutely,” she replied. “I’m very proud of you for being an adult for a full eight hours.”

[fleurxweasley]

fantasticmemesandwheretofindthem​:

BOLD ALL THE THINGS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE ( HARRY POTTER EDITION. )

My muse…

has seen a unicorn ─ has drunk butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks ─ owns a wand ─  has caused one or more explosions during Potions class ─ has been bitten by a werewolf ─ knows how to cast a patronus ─ owns an owl ─ owns a cat ─ owns a rat ─ has the dark mark ─ would join S.P.E.W. ─ is/was a prefect ─ is/was headboy or headgirl ─ owns more than 200 galleons ─ passed their O.W.L.s with three or more “Outstanding’’’s ─ has been on their house’s quidditch team ─ would put their name in the Goblet of Fire ─ believes they weren’t sorted into the right Hogwarts house ─ has chosen Care of Magical Creatures in their third year ─ has tickled a dragon ─ has drunk Polyjuice Potion at least once ─ prefers Chocolate Frogs over Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans ─ is an auror ─ can apparate ─ works at the Ministry of Magic ─  can see Thestrals ─ has been mentioned in an article in The Daily Prophet ─ has obliviated a muggle ─ suffers/has suffered from Dragon Pox ─ has been sent to Azkaban ─ wished they were a muggle ─ has been outside their common room after curfew ─ has had something valuable stolen by a niffler ─ is awful at Herbology ─ has sneaked into the Hogwarts kitchens for a midnight snack ─ has read Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp ─  has received a howler ─ doesn’t know how muggle appliances work 

[fleurxweasley]

👄 (gabrielle)

"Ah, my sister. She is all that has always been good in the world, and she doesn’t deserve all the bad that has happened to her. I have always done my best to protect Gabrielle, from everything, ever since we were in school together. But now... now I would do anything just to keep her safe from any more pain.”

[fleurxweasley]

👄 (harry)

"Harry was a good friend. Family. He was brave and fair. He saved my sister when he didn’t have to. He wasn’t perfect, by any means, but I would have done anything for him.”

[fleurxweasley]

💌 (hermione)

Hermione,   I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye in person, but I had to leave. I’ve gone to be with my parents for a bit. You can find me in France if you need me. I truly hope you stay safe. Je t’aime. Fleur

[fleurxweasley]

bleeding out for albus and/or mathilde, pls!

    Fleur had seen Mathilde drop out of the corner of her eye, and she felt a wave of intense fear. Her sister had already lost one child, she didn’t need to lose another. Fleur ran over to her niece, dropping to her knees beside her. She took a deep breath as she cradled Mathilde’s head in her lap.      “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered. One look, though, and she knew it wasn’t. She looked around and shook her head. Half of them were just kids, they never should’ve been out fighting. “It’s going to be alright. Just... close your eyes.”       She held her niece until she felt the life leave her, tears pouring from her eyes. Gabrielle was going to hate her. But there was nothing she could have done. She hugged Mathilde close to her as she cried, not caring what else was going on in the street. @poudlard

[givemeangstymemes]

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