Well, people have been viewing my stories(Which i'm so happy about) but no one has been leaving comments :P I really appreciate them! And here's a secret *looks around suspiciously* I get better with my writing and i might even do a story instead of a one shot *Gasp!* haha xD Well on with the story!

I own nothing except the idea of Catalina and the plot. Sadly I dont own George, Marietta, Fleur, Bill, or *sobs* Fred.

"Let me go, just let me go!" she screamed at me. My eyes widened in horror as she started crying, and her pale cheeks were now flame red. I let

her arm go and she dashed out of the shop, almost hitting George.

"Bloody hell mate, looks like you messed up big time," he said brushing invisible dust off his vest. I groaned and put my head in my hands.

"You have no idea," I said. The door opened and I heard someone shuffle in.

"Fleur! How good to see you! Hows Bill?" Marietta Edgecombe, our assistant, said joyfully. Fleur snubbed her and marched up to me, her face

twisted in anger(Ok so this is when the French comes in, if you can't understand it, read the rest of this page and then scroll down to the bottom

where i'll have all the phrases and what they mean! Thanks)

"Frederick Weasley! Pourquoi je viens de voir Catalina en cours d'exécution de la boutique? Et elle pleurait trop! Qu'avez-vous fait vous

bouillonnant idiot?" she screamed at me. George stood behind her and puffed his chest out, mocking Fleur. I understood her perfectly since mum

made us take French lessons when Fleur joined this family.

"C'est une histoire très longue Fleur et si vous n'avez pas l'esprit, j'ai besoin d'aller chercher ma petite amie et réparer certains problèmes," I

mumbled and stood up. Fleur grabbed my arm and threw me back into my leather seat, her eyes looking murderous but understanding.

"Laissez-vous rafraîchir. Dites-moi ce qui s'est passé et peut-être je peux vous aider à ne pas bousiller plus que vous avez déjà," she said and I

let out an irratated sigh. She really wasn't going to let this go was she?

"Bien," I said and conjured up some hot cocoa for Fleur and a Firewhisky for me. She shook her head dissaprovingly and folded her hands in her

lap.

"Allez-y, je suis à l'écoute," she said.

"Eh bien tout a commencé il ya trois semaines," I started, drifting off into the story.

Ok so here are the French meanings of their whole conversation:

Frederick Weasley! Pourquoi je viens de voir Catalina en cours d'exécution de la boutique? Et elle pleurait trop! Qu'avez-vous fait vous bouillonnant idiot- Frederick Weasley! Why I just saw Catalina running the shop? And she was crying too! What makes you bubbling idiot?

C'est une histoire très longue Fleur et si vous n'avez pas l'esprit, j'ai besoin d'aller chercher ma petite amie et réparer certains problèmes-It's a very long story and Fleur if you do not mind, I need to pick up my girlfriend and repair some problems

Laissez-vous rafraîchir. Dites-moi ce qui s'est passé et peut-être je peux vous aider à ne pas bousiller plus que vous avez déjà-Let her cool. Tell me what happened and maybe I can help you to not screw up more than you already have.

Bien-Alright

Allez-y, je suis à l'écoute- Go ahead, I'm listening

Eh bien tout a commencé il ya trois semaines-Well it all started three weeks ago

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