The second Fleur stepped off that powder-blue carriage, Cedric knew.
As her pale hands drew her fine silk robes around herself, her icy blue eyes sweeping around the Great Hall, her face settled into an expression of haughty, dignified irritation. Her gaze caught on Cedric like a snag in a piece of material, before gliding over him and the rest of the Hufflepuff table. She had a scarf half-wrapped around her face, which she did not remove even after she and the rest of the Beauxbatons students had taken seats at the Ravenclaw table. Fleur Delacour might have seemed like a snob during those early few hours, but Cedric knew better.
New story I'm thinking of, as I am in love with Fleur/Cedric right now...
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