Francois Delacour @prettyboydelacour - Tumblr Blog

thehalfbloodsnake

Severus heard his little comment and rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop. He went to his class and took a seat at the back of the classroom. He didn’t want to be there but if he didn’t make an appearance in some of his classes, Dumbledore would start asking questions.

Francois decided to brush off the Snake’s comment - he had to go to class, and he couldn’t let someone so immature bug him all day. Francois hated History of Magic with a fiery passion, but alas, it wasn’t optional. It wasn’t until he had walked into the classroom and saw Severus sitting in the back that he remembered they took said class together. No worries. There was never any need to interact with others in History of Magic.

Except today was a bit different, apparently. Today, Binns started assigning partners for a project that would count for a significant part of the students’ grades. Of course, Francois thought nothing of it. In fact, he had already nearly forgotten about about the incident with that Snape boy, and quietly joked with his classmates while Binns droned on. Yet just as he laughed with one of his friends about a few Quidditch players who collided the other day, Francois paused at the sound of his name, followed by Severus Snape’s. “Pardon, Professor?” Francois inquired.

“Delacour and Snape. You are to do a presentation on the involvement of wizards in what muggles call, ‘World War I.’”

#c:Severus

Chateaux Delacour

#it's so pretty #chateaux delacour #francois' diggs

The Delacour Gardens

#gardens #chateaux delacour

xavier-rigaud

“Mate, you know you just have to ask if you want to shack. No need for shady excuses.”

Francois laughed at his friend’s response and hung his tee-shirt over his shoulder. “Oh, trust me, my dear Rigaud. I haven’t a need for excuses. You’ll know.” Jokingly winking at Xavier, he slipped his shirt back on and sat down in the armchair of the Beauxbatons Common Room. “Toss me my book bag, would you?” Francois motioned to his leather messenger bag, sitting a few yards away. “I suppose I should get this arithmancy homework finished,” he muttered, exhaling forcefully.

#c:Xavier #this bromance makes me happy XD

em-vcnity

“Oh yes, I’m pretty sure I’ve met both of them.” Emma replied, the names sounding incredibly familiar. Francois hadn’t been exaggerating when he called them too gorgeous for their own good, she remembered feeling like a troll next to those two girls. “My mother is from France originally, we visit family there quite a lot, and attend social events, of course.” She replied as they reached the drinks. “I think you might know my cousin actually, Genevieve Beaufay?"

“Oh, I’m familiar with Genevieve,” Francois lightly shook his head and laughed. “We were in all of the same classes at Beauxbatons.” The two didn’t exactly see eye to eye on, well, anything, but she certainly was beautiful. And he did enjoy a witty tete-a-tete from time to time, which she always seemed ready to supply. “How do you take your drink, Emma?” he inquired.

“So was your mother a Beaufay?”

#c:Emma

mei-renaudin

“What are you doing, you-oh. Er, there’s nothing on your back, Delacour, you can put your shirt back on now.” A light blush spread across Mei’s cheeks, against her will.

Francois chuckled at his Mei’s flushed face, which was actually quite adorable. Slipping his shirt back over his head, he replied, “Well it certainly is quite sore. I suppose I should have been watching for raised tree roots.”

#she's so adorable tho #c:Mei

thehalfbloodsnake

He had hoped the boy would introduce himself and leave. No such luck. “I don’t follow Quidditch. Not really my forte.” All the professors and students had been welcoming? Good. Then he didn’t have to be. He stepped past him. “You’re going to be late to class.”

What the hell just happened? Francois had been snubbed. No one ever snubbed Francois, and for once in his life, he had been rendered speechless as Severus walked away. “Well, okay then.” He stood in the same spot, wearing an expression of confusion, his eyes wandering about the hall. “A pleasure meeting you,” he said sarcastically, mostly to himself.

#c:Severus

martenclaes

“You should have left him alone,” Marten admonished lightly, stepping completely out from the broom closet he’d been hiding in. He shut the door and turned to his friend, “You were flirting with his girl.”

Putting his hands up in the air and grinning, he replied, “How else was I supposed to react to such poorly constructed insults? And besides. She flirted with me first. Mon dieu, Marten, did you see that figure of hers?” Francois exaggeratedly closed his eyes and put his hand to his chest at the thought.

#c:Marten

thehalfbloodsnake

Severus glanced down at the boy’s hand but did not shake. “Correct.” He figured he ought to ask his name, but to do so would implied he cared, and he really didn’t. Still, he was looking right at him, and it was starting to get awkward. “And you are?”

Francois brought his hand up to his mouth and cleared his throat when Severus refused his handshake. What was the Snake’s deal? “Delacour,” he said plainly. “Francois Delacour.” After a few moments of awkward silence, Francois added, “The professors and students here have been really welcoming these past few months. I’m looking forward to having the new teams to play Quidditch against.”

#c:Severus

mostdelicatedaffodil

Narcissa smiled politely in response to his compliment. She’d heard of Francois Delacour. Her mother had instructed her to keep an ear out for any of the French purebloods, and seeing as she was very active in the Hogwarts gossip train, she completed the task easily. From what she could remember, Francois was known for how cute he was, and also for how many girls he was linked to. From their brief interaction she felt as if she could confirm the gossip. Because he certainly wascute, and he did seem to be flirting with her.

She lifted a hand, shaking her head at the drink, “I don’t drink, really.” She paused, “I had thought about having some tonight, but… I probably shouldn’t.” She did have an image to keep up, after all. Yet… she couldn’t help but think about it. She glanced up at Francois, “It’s nice to meet you. Delacour, you said?” Her voice morphing into something a bit more friendly.

“Oh! I do apologize, I shouldn’t have assumed,” he smiled, setting both drinks down. “Oui. Surely you’ve met at least one of my older sisters at some point or another. They take pleasure in attending social functions around here every now and then.”

Looking down at the table full of alcoholic beverages, Francois paused briefly and added with a grin, “I’ve been told I make an excellent Shirley Temple.”

#c:Narcissa

thehalfbloodsnake

“Put your shirt back on, you git. That’s not as impressive as you think it is.”

Francois laughed aloud at the sour Slytherin’s comment. “I do apologize - I didn’t mean to make you blush,” he joked, slipping his tee-shirt back on. Reaching to shake the boy’s hand, he added, “It’s Severus Snape, correct?”

#c:Severus

em-vcnity

Delacour. She’d heard that name before when visiting relatives in France, and the way he introduced himself–especially the way he’d never broken eye contact–told her he was probably from the same circles her family dwelled in. “I think I’ve met some of your sisters.” She replied, subtly trying to confirm her suspicions. At the question of a drink, Emma was tempted to decline. She’d already had quite her fill, but the cocktails mixed with Firewhiskey she’d had earlier were quite tempting. “A drink sounds nice, yes.” She replied, looping her arm through his with a casual smile.

“I should be amazed if you haven’t,” he joked. “There are four of them, all busy social butterflies, too gorgeous for their own good. You’ve probably met Yvonne or Cristine. They are the younger two.” Francois smiled genuinely when she accepted his invitation. “It sounds as though you have social ties in France,” he speculated, slowly leading her over to the drinks, and knowing he’d heard her name when he was at home.

#c:Emma

“I think I may have bruised up my back in the Forbidden Forest the other day. Would you mind checking for me?”

#tgd starter #excuse miranda cosgrove freaking out in the background XD

raffaellaburke-blog

“Have you ever noticed that the new DADA professor comes into class over ten minutes late each time? I think it’s a Hogwarts rule that you’re able to get up and leave if they’re not in the classroom within the first half of the class. Anyone willing to walk out with me on Thursday?”

prettyboydelacour

“I’m game,” Francois half grinned at the Slytherin. “Sometimes the Charms prof at Beauxbatons never even bothered to show up,” he mused.

#c:Raffaella

martenclaes

“Are they gone yet?”

prettyboydelacour

Francois peeked out from the rather large plant he had been crouched behind. “I think so, mate. How was I supposed to know she was dating the large Gryffindor?” He stumbled out from behind the leafy decor and fixed his hair. “Although my taunting him in front of his friends likely did nothing to help the situation,” he chuckled.