Total words (Not including A/N):575
This one shot was written for the Mint Tea series.
*Fleur Delacour*
As Fleur sat down in a firm pale blue arm chair inside the Beauxbatons carriage with a nice hot cup of tea thoughts began to cloud her mind.
How dare they let Harry Potter compete in the tournament?
It was outrageous, preposterous and plain old unfair.
She had spent the past month doing nothing but hoping that she would be chosen. That she would be given the chance to bring honor to her name and school.
And for 7 minutes and 6 seconds she had been given the chance.
But no.
As soon as the famous Harry Potter had walked into the trophy room she had known she didn't have a chance.
For one she was the only female tribute. One girl and three boys? Not to be sexist but Fleur knew that that would lower her chances.
In every other situation Fleur knew she was the best. Her looks had won her a many admirers and everywhere she went people were aware of her beauty.
She sighs as she takes a long sip from her steaming cup of Earl Grey tea. She always drank it when she needed to relax. To calm down.
It reminded her of home.
"Fleur darling!" Came the booming voice of Madame Maxine as she entered the carriage, "You will never believe what the first task is!"
Excitement boiled in my stomach. This is exactly what I need to get ahead!
"What would zat be Madame?" I ask trying to make sure my voice came out cool and calm. Not rushed and nervous.
"Dragons darling! Fully grown dragons!" She replied quietly, taking only two steps too reach Fleur who was sitting a good 10 feet away.
Dragons! How did they expect her to fight an adult dragon?
When Fleur looked up from staring at the dregs of tea left at the bottom of her cup Madame Maxine was gone. Most likely in her room preparing for bed.
"I am doomed." I whisper to myself before slowly falling asleep in my chair.
After the first task.
"Fleur you did it!" Called Gabrielle rushing over and squeezing Fleur in a tight hug.
"Did you ever have any doubt?" I ask putting on a proud smile as cameras flash taking our picture.
I had attempted to lull the dragon to sleep. It was an old charm that my mother had taught me several years back. But just as I was about to pick up the egg the dragon had snored. A flurry of embers and fire coming out of it's nse and alighting her robes.
"Miss Delacour!" Came a shout as the Hogwarts Matron Madame Pomfrey, who (As Fleur had been told by many sources.) was kind but strict, rushed over her wand raised. "Please come to the medical tent so I can check you for any injuries.
Fleur followed, not because she was injured but so that she could get away from the crowd now fully encircling her.
Despite what people think she didn't enjoy large crowds. It made her feel small.
"Is it possible for me to get a cup of tea Madame?" I ask as she forces me backwards in a squishy chair.
"Of course." She says waving her wand and summoning a cup and handing it to Fleur before running several diagnostic spells, "Here. You're fine."
"Thank you." I say accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip. Quickly pulling back in disgust.
Black tea...