Historically Motivated
Introduction
Her tears soaked through the pages of the letter, crinkled from the grip of the sobbing woman. She'd been through enough in the last few years, why would this have changed anything? She really couldn't explain why it changed her life, but the wedding invitation changed it for the worse. She eventually wrote it all off to the fact that her marriage had recently failed, miserably might I add.
She'd been engaged to a handsome young man, had the world at her feet. There wasn't anything either wouldn't do for the other. They'd gotten married and were blissful at that too. The problems didn't start until she'd started her new job. He wanted someone like his mother, a stay at home, raise the children, wife. She couldn't be that for him. She needed to have her freedom and her fun while she could. The job she'd taken sent her all over the world searching for artifacts from history for the Ministry. She'd been in Tibet looking for some rumored ring worn by the monks, it was said to have the ability to stop wars for eternity, when she got the call from him saying he was leaving her for an old school mate. She'd known he was cheating on her, yet a small part of her was upset with the fact that it wasn't some random booty-call. To make matters worse for her the Tibetan Monk's ring was a sham, seriously if peace like that was possible the world would be blowing up Tibet to be the country in control of that kind of power. Yet this just did not help her with the sorrow that both bits of news brought her.
She'd taken the time since the divorce and used the pain to motivate her through her job. Now instead of just a field agent she was a ranking official over the whole project. Don't get me wrong Fleur still went out into the field and she still ran wild through the country looking for ridiculous objects, no matter how far fetch or actually possible they were. She couldn't really be taken from seeing the beauty of the world, no matter her rank, even if it was at the risk of becoming an old spinster one day. I mean she went on dates, mostly just one for each person. It's rare that she found someone to hold her attention an entire night, much less two. It just always ended the same, her sneaking out the window or glad she'd chosen a muggle who didn't know about her "abilities" so she could apparate and they'd just wonder what that 'pop' sound was.
One night stands, booty-calls, notches in the bed post, whatever you called them she had them on an almost nightly basis; a fact that kind of bothered Fleur as she packed for this wedding that could very easily end her life as she knew it. She had to go anyway, it's not every day that you get an invite from the girl who saved your life and got you the job you now run. Not to mention the fact that she knew for a fact Harry would need her to be there… it was after all the love of his life getting married, or at least that's what he said when he called about an hour ago….