♔ ◦ ˚ ⋆ ◦ { aspen, 25+, est, she/her } ━━ i heard that this " On ne change pas une équipe qui gagne " describes FLEUR WEASLEY perfectly. they are TWENTY-FIVE and are considered a QUARTER-VEELA witch who is currently a NANNY. she is known to be very MATERNAL, COMPASSIONATE & FORMIDABLE but they can also be quite EXIGENT, INSECURE & BLUNT. when you look at them you often hear HER by ANNE-MARIE come to your mind. not to mention that you tend to think of SILK VEIL DANCING, TASTING THE SEA WHEN SHE KISSES HER HUSBAND, THE LOW WHISTLING OF A FRENCH TEA KETTLE, TINY HANDS REACHING FOR HER & MORE LOVE THAN SHE'S EVER KNOWN when they are around. i also noticed that they have ties to THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. keep your eyes out for them because you never know what’s going to happen. { zoë kravitz, she/her, cisgender woman }
* On ne change pas une équipe qui gagne = Never change a winning team ━ or if it isn't broken, don't fix it.
✏️ Fleur Weasley ( born Fleur Elisabeth Delacour ) is the oldest child of Monsieur and Apolline Delacour. She has two younger siblings ━ her brother, Valentin and her sister, Gabrielle.
✏️ Wand: 9½ inches, Rosewood & Veela hair core
✏️ She was born in Conques-en-Rouergue ━ a commune in France ━ on October 13th which makes her a Libra.
✏️ Fleur’s parents aren’t wealthy per se. The Delacours live a comfortable lifestyle, and she, alongside her siblings, never wanted for anything, but in comparison to other families, her life was quaint. She shared her bedroom with Gabrielle until she became old enough to attend Beauxbatons, and she remembers the overwhelming feeling that overcame her her first night at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. Beauxbatons was exquisite, but Hogwarts was unlike anything that she had seen before. “Eet ‘as personality!” she told Gabrielle excitedly. It was a culture shock.
✏️ First impressions are important to Fleur. The first time that she had set eyes on Bill, she literally felt her heart restart ━ or it felt like it. In her heart, she believes that it was love at first sight. He reminded her of the Vikings that her papa would read about to her when she was a little girl ━ adventurous, intelligent and courageous. Their romance was fast paced, but she fell hard, and she’s never craved another soul how she does her husband’s. As she’s part Veela, sex was tricky in the beginning due to the fact that, when aroused, that part of her surfaces ( her nails and teeth elongate, her eyes glow blue and her behaviour becomes more carnal than human [ think Bo from Lost Girl ] ). After Bill was attacked by Fenrir Greyback, Fleur began to embrace that part of herself.
✏️ Fleur doesn’t have many girlfriends. She’s never made friends easily, and as a result, upon discovering that Bill had a sister, she was ecstatic. She looks at Ginny as her true sister and loves her and treats her like she does Gabrielle.
✏️ Fleur wants children. It may be foolish, but she collects items intended for the arrival of a newborn and stows them away in an undetectable corner of an antique armoire that she moved from her childhood home in France to Shell Cottage. To curve the “baby fever”, she works as a nanny. Sometimes the children stay in her home ( say if their parents travel for work ), but usually the case is that she’s needed only for a few hours in the early mornings or late afternoons, although she has made herself readily available.
✏️ She has learned patience through being Bill’s wife. His job requires that he travels, and in these instances, Fleur stays at the Burrow ( or she apparates home to France ).
✏️ Futuristic Headcanon: Her oldest daughter, Victoire, contrary to popular belief, was named after her dear friend, Victor Krum. Fleur and Viktor remained friends after the Triwizard Tournament. After her engagement announcement, they reunited to have drinks, and a skunk drunk Fleur promised that she would name her first-born child after him ( as he is literally her oldest friend [ their friendship spans before the Triwizard Tournament ━ fight me ] ) and she kept this promise. Victoire is spelled without a ‘K’ to give Fleur another reason to harmlessly tease Uncle Vik.
♔ ◦ ˚ ⋆ ◦ ━━ i heard that this “ there is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful. and that line is covered in jellyfish ” describes LUNA LOVEGOOD perfectly. they are an EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD and are considered a HALF-BLOOD witch who is currently a STUDENT. she is known to be very CREATIVE, KIND, and HONEST but they can also be quite ALOOF, ECCENTRIC, and DISTANT. when you look at them you often hear LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS by THE BEATLES come to your mind. not to mention that you tend to think of fireflies, walking barefoot, pleasant dreams, and paint and ink stains when they are around. i also noticed that they have ties to THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. keep your eyes out for them because you never know what’s going to happen. { elle fanning, she/they, cis-female }
🇼🇦🇳🇩: pear wood with a unicorn hair core, 11 ¼", slightly springy
🇵🇦🇹🇷🇴🇳🇺🇸: hare
🇧🇴🇬🇬🇦🇷🇹: the dead bodies of her friends
🇦🇲🇴🇷🇹🇪🇳🇹🇮🇦: petrichor, ink, pudding
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
🇭🇪🇮🇬🇭🇹: 5'1"
🇧🇺🇮🇱🇩: waif-like
🇪🇾🇪 🇨🇴🇱🇴🇷: blue-grey
🇭🇦🇮🇷 🇨🇴🇱🇴🇷: blonde
🇸🇹🇾🇱🇪: loose, comfortable clothing, makes a lot of her own accessories such as her dirigible plum earrings and her anti-nargle charm necklace made of butterbeer corks
🇱🇮🇰🇪🇸: pudding, magical creatures, trees, art, fireflies, the feeling of the ground beneath her feet, reading through her mother’s old notes and trying them out
🇩🇮🇸🇱🇮🇰🇪🇸: bullies, nargles, wrackspurts, not being taken seriously, getting her socks wet
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨: luna was born in a house that looked like a chess rook, near the village of ottery st. catchpole to her parents, pandora and xenophilius lovegood.
she loved that house, not minding if it looked crooked or unstable, because it was not. she did not mind the clutter or the strange noises that came from her parents’ work–with her mother working on her spells and her father churning out at the printing press. “our house is alive,” her mother always told her, and she believed it.
her parents gave her all the freedom to do whatever she wanted. there was never a shortage of little things to do and tinker with. and so she played with dirt, gears and screws, inks and paints. she planted a tree of dirigible plums with her parents when she was three, and filled the living room walls with her own scribbles and paintings at eight.
her father told her storied about fantastical creatures that she had never seen before, but had felt their presence. her mind feeling a bit fuzzy? it was the wrackspurts of course. she pored over volumes describing these creatures, and other events that her father had told her was true. she loved learning about these things, and dreamed of finding them one day.
but her mother, oh, how much luna adored her mother. she would watch her as she scribbled over tiny sheets of parchment, testing out spells and potions and whatever she could think of. she learned not to jump as much at sparks and explosions, because they were soon followed by her mother’s laughter. “sometimes spells fail, and so we try again.”
one day, however, she heard an explosion from her mother’s study but she did not hear her laugh. she waited for a bit. her father was away doing some shopping. slowly, she creeped up the stairs, into her mother’s study and found her lying on the floor, her eyes open. luna did not cry. she lay beside her mother and snuggled into her arms. when she woke up, she saw her father standing over them, wailing and trembling.
she cried in the nights that followed. she missed her mother deeply. she cried when she got her hogwarts letter, and she cried when she got her first wand, but always in private.
in her first night 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨, she did not cry anymore. she got sorted into ravenclaw, like her parents before her.
she did well in her classes, with her favorites being charms, care of magical creatures, and defense against the dark arts. she loved learning, and often talked to her professors after class to talk more about things she was interested in.
luna soon realized, however, that not everybody knew about nargles and wrackspurts and crumple-horned snorkacks, and many, if not all of them did not believe her. she did not expect that everyone would be the same, but she did not think that many of them would make her feel so different, so alone.
of course she had some inkling that the other students were hiding her things, she was called ‘loony’ too many times, sometimes even to her face, but the nargles could have done that, couldn’t they? the wrackspurts too. hogwarts was full of them.
she was not angry, no, or at least she tried not to be. besides, she enjoyed solitude. and the friends that she did have, they were more than enough.
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
best friend (ginny weasley? or anyone else)
close friends
a crush
a weird friendship, someone you would not expect to hang out with her
