𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

85

DELACOUR

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A couple of days after, Fred kept coming every day after work to spend some time with me but even though I was still eager for him, I didn't try anything again.

On Sunday morning, I was sitting in Liv's and Pauline's bed, helping the French girl to study some of her notes for the exam she had the next morning. She was putting a lot of effort, more than the average student, since she had to match her muggle political subjects with the ones added for wizard students and the little struggles she still had with the language. Since Liv was also focused on her exams, I offered myself to help her to translate anything she needed and help her to memorise the theory.

"Fine, I think it's enough for today," Pauline finally sighed after a couple of hours of work. She tied up her beautiful braids in a bun, taking off her glasses as well and rubbing her hands through her tired face.

"You're gonna nail it. You'll see," I encouraged her, feeling incredibly proud of my friend. She smiled and laid down on her bed, giving a sip of her coffee.

"Oh, by the way, Fleur is coming in half an hour or so, Bill probably will come later too after visiting the twins, you don't mind, right?"

"Of course not! I really want to meet her, never got the chance at Hogwarts."

"Great, 'cause she's feeling a bit lonely here in England," Pauline tightened her lips, "Bill's family aren't treating her too well."

"Really?" I said, surprised, especially since Liv told me that Fleur was incredibly nice.

"Yeah, especially Mrs Weasley."

"Oh, yes, she's a bit complicated. Know it from first hand."

We got out of the room and Liv picked up her notes from the couch to then start preparing some crumpets and biscuits while I made tea enough for us and our guests. We were so entertained talking and listening to music in the kitchen that we almost didn't notice when someone knocked at the door. Pauline ran to open and soon a melodic and soft voice with a strong French accent could be heard.

Soon, a gorgeous girl appeared at the kitchen's door. She was of long and silky platinum blonde hair with deep blue eyes and fairy-like features. Fleur Delacour possessed that kind of beauty that carried ancient and hypnotic magic in it and even though I knew she was part Veela, seeing her close for the first time, I couldn't help but feel a little bit mesmerised.

When her eyes focused on me and Liv, a kind smile appeared on her face and Olivia quickly went to greet her and hug her.

"Welcome! So happy to have you here! Look, this is my friend Lilith, remember I talked to you about her?"

I gave her my kindest smile and waved at her while cleaning my hands after grabbing a piece of one of Liv's biscuits.

"Thank you so much, Olivia. And yes, hello, is really nice to finally meet you," Fleur spoke, looking at me. Her accent was really strong, her 'r's sounded like 'g's and her voice was pretty nasal but still, I found it quite beautiful, just like Pauline's.

"Nice to meet you too, Fleur! Pauline and Liv talked to me a lot about you."

We guided her to the couch and after serving us a good cup of tea, we started chatting as if we were just a normal group of friends which wasn't surprising since Fleur was only a couple of months older than me.

"So how are you doing with Bill's family? Pauline said they aren't being too kind to you," I spoke, carefully. The three of us paid full attention to the girl, who sighed a bit tired.