Me or Her: Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't have a J or K and definitely not a Rowling in my name.
Word Count: 5274
Note: Italics means it's in French. However, if it's Fleur's point of view, only speech will be like this because it's hard to read if the whole thing is in italics. And I'm going to go with the film rather than the books in saying that Beauxbatons is an all-girls school.
[[Fleur's P.O.V]]
"You withdrew from Beauxbatons?" I take a deep annoyed breath, I hate it when people interrupt me when I'm playing on my piano, and you of all people should know that, maman. Waving that letter around in my face won't make me speak either.
"Fleur Isabelle Delacour, your silence does not mean anything," I am seventeen, not seven, using my full name like that no longer scares me.
"Yes I have withdrawn maman, I have decided to attend Hogwarts." You're lucky we Veelas don't age as fast, or the way you're scrunching up your face in anger, you'll have distinct wrinkles in no time.
"And what is wrong with Beauxbatons?"
"Nothing"
"Then why are you going to Hogwarts, Fleur?" Like I can tell you why I really want to go to Hogwarts…
"Look I love Beauxbatons, really, but after spending a year at Hogwarts I just think it is much better academically. Yes, Hogwarts is nothing compared to Beauxbatons physically, but there are more subjects to learn and the professors go through courses at a faster rate. I'm just ensuring I'll learn everything I need to have a good future career. And you want what is the best for me, don't you maman?" There, I said everything you're probably expecting the good girl of me to say. I glance at the clock on the wall. This shouldn't take so long. You've never denied me anything in my life and this should be no exception.
"But what about the boys, Fleur? The only times you have had to withstand mindless drooling is in the holidays. At Hogwarts, you will have to face this every day." Try not to laugh Fleur; don't forget she doesn't know about how every other week you and your friends smuggled guys into your dormitories for late-night parties.
"But surely this is a good thing? When I leave school I will have to endure this all the time, so this is a good opportunity for me to figure out how to deal with them." All these years of playing innocent in front of you has made me become the most incredible actress.
"But please ma cherie, think about this through before you do this. I can still speak to Olympe that you changed your mind" I look at the clock again. Merde, I'm late. I told J I'll meet her two minutes ago.
"Enough. I have made my decision and you should know that I never change my mind, maman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and see someone." I stand up abruptly and you flinch. I laugh on the inside at your reaction. No matter how much you sometimes get on my nerves maman, I will never hit you or anything like that. I'll just grab my jacket from that chair and leave before I start snapping at you again.
"Oh okay Fleur, anything you want sweetie. I'll tell Obéiree to pack your trunks with thicker coats. It's awfully cold in Scotland and you need to keep warm or you'll catch a cold. The English medicines are awful so I'll send some to you just in case you need it," I stop halfway across the room, my back to her. Damn this woman knows how to make me feel guilty. Maybe I should turn around and apologise…
"Fleur? Why are you still here? I thought you said you were meeting Jacquelyn this afternoon," Its Gabrielle, she's standing in the doorway, waiting for me to answer her.
"Oui oui, I'm going right now," I quickly grab my jacket and put it on. Maman is still standing there looking… defeated. I blink at this sight.
"Maman I'm sor-" I change my mind and straighten up a little more, "I'll be back for dinner," Without waiting for a response I apparate away.
***
"And where the fuck have you been, Fleur?" I roll my eyes and sit down in the chair opposite my oriental friend.
"Bonjour to you too" I look around "and why the hell do you always choose to go to this muggle café nowadays? Every time we go out for a cup of coffee, you always insist on coming here" She flicks her black hair back and picks up her cup from the table in between us.
"Sorry princess, if it isn't up to your standards but I rather like the coffee and the atmosphere in here. And don't change the subject, you've always been a very punctual person, why the delay?" I've never liked talking about my family to my friends, even if she is my best friend.
"Look, I'm here and that's what matters okay." She sets her cup aside and looks at me indifferently. That's what I love about Jacquelyn. She's one of few people that doesn't take my shit.
"Someone's a bit touchy today." I narrow my eyes at her and she waves her hand as if she's waving the subject away. "Okay whatever. So why did you suddenly want to see me? I saw you two days ago for lunch already" I open my mouth just as the waitress comes.
"Salut, would you like anything to drink?" I look her over. She's tallish, brunette, a bit skinny but still quite pretty. I decide she's worth some of my interests.
"Salut, I'll just have the same as her please," I cock my head in Jacquelyn's direction. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her glaring at me. Slightly confused, I ignore her. Instead I give a winning smile at this cute brunette standing in front of me. "My name's Fleur, what about you?"
"I'm Andrea" Merde, she looks so flustered.
"Nice to meet you Andrea," I flash her one of my endearing smiles, "have you just started working here? I don't recognise your pretty face" I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the way she's blushing.
"Actually I've worked here for about two months now, but I used to just work behind the till doing drinks and stuff. I've actually seen you and your friend here a lot of times, it's just usually you sit down and Jacque gets the drinks so we've never talked before." I nod and turn to J to give her a questioning 'you know her?' look, but she was staring out the window, cheeks a little pink. Hmm. She was acting strange in front Andrea, the glaring and now the silence…
"Sacre bleu, Jacquelyn, you like her don't you?" Ah fuck she threw her spoon at me. Luckily, I just about managed to evade it. She sprung up and grabbed her bag.
"Fleur Delacour, we are leaving. Now." Ice was dripping off each word.
"I'm really sorry Andrea, I just remembered we have to do something, I'll see you another time yeah?" Okay, the ice just melted into a puddle of honey. I stood up as well just as Andrea reached out to hold onto Jacquelyn's wrist.
"Already? But you haven't stayed for very long" She pouted and my friend melted some more. I had my hand over my mouth like I was about to sneeze, but actually, I was covering up the fact I was quietly chuckling at the pair of them.
"I know I'm sorry babe. I'll text you later okay?" I frown slightly, what on earth is 'text'? I figured it must be some sort of muggle thing when Andrea nodded happily. Still trying to figure out what it could mean, I missed the end of their banter and only had a chance to smile one last time at Andrea before I was dragged out of the café and side-apparated in the alleyway beside the shop.
***
We're back at my house. Jacquelyn apparated us into my bedroom to be precise. She lets go of my arm and goes to sit on my bed, crossing her arms and glaring at me. I roll my eyes at her, such a drama queen.
"Oh come on, it's pretty obvious you two like each other anyways, Jacque" I added teasingly. It felt weird calling her that, we've known each other since we were four and its always either been Jacquelyn or J.
"Merde, shut up" Grinning, she grabbed a pillow behind her and flung it at me. Grinning back, I caught it with ease and threw it back at her lightly.
"But really, you've never been a particularly shy one when it comes to girls," She smiles.
"You wouldn't understand" she sighs in that dreamy lovesick way which made me shudder.
"Oui? And why is that?" She laughs lightly.
"You're a player Fleur" I gave a dramatic swirl and bowed, exactly the same way as when I entered the Great Hall at Hogwarts last year.
"Merci, merci" Weboth laughed.
"Is that really a good thing?"
"Depends on how you see it I suppose," Shrugging, I sat next to her.
"Seriously though, all the guys and girls you've been with haven't meant anything to you apart from sex. None of them have actually made you smile just by just thinking about them. None of them had made your heart beat faster when you see them, you know?" I blink at her.
"That was…" She's looking at me expectantly.
"Emotional? Powerful? Deep?" I put on my most serious face.
"I'm thinking more like… gushy" She shoves me gently and laughs.
"You're untouchable Fleur"
"Actually many will beg to differ-" Jacquelyn shook her head and covers her ears with both hands.
"La la la la. I really don't need to know about your sex life, merci beaucoup." Smiling, I remove her hands from the sides of her head and held them both in my lap.
"D'accord, d'accord, joking aside now." Her smile slipped; looks like she noticed my mood change.
"I'm leaving J"
"Leaving?"
"Beaubaxtons" If I was not holding onto both of her hands, I'm sure she would have jumped up in shock.
"You're what?"
"I'm leaving"
"No I heard you the first time. Where are you going to go then?"
"Hogwarts"
"What? Why?" Sighing, I finally let go of her and stood up to walk over to the balcony off my room.
"You're going to think I'm crazy," She followed me and grabbed my packet of cigarettes from my desk.
"Right now, I already do so spill," She handed me two so I took out my wand from my jacket pocket to light both of them and gave one back to her.
"Well, you went to Hogwarts as well last year. I just found the subjects are taught better there and-" she scowls at me.
"Merlin's sake Fleur, who do you think I am, ta maman? Non, you're more likely to want to go to fuck around with the people there than because of education…" I reach over to shut her previously opened shock mouth before her cigarette falls out.
"You're playing with me Fleur. Tell me you're messing with me." I knew this denial will come so I opted to ignore her and turn away to lean on the railings.
"Fleur, listen. You're leaving France, all of your friends and your whole life behind to go to Scot-fucking-land so you can mess around with strangers. Do you not see the absurdness? You're being… That's just…just slutty Fleur. Even for your low standards." Ouch. She's right, but still. Ouch.
"I know your upset J so I'll just pretend I didn't hear that"
"Merde, how can you just stand there and flip this around like you're the victim. Do you not see what the fuck you're doing? Tu es un imbécile Fleur, c'est fou et stupide!" Relax Fleur, keep calm, she doesn't mean it, you know she doesn't.
"Go Jacquelyn. I don't want to speak to you when you're being like this."
"That's shit Fleur. When you want something, it always happens-"
"Enough J"
"You've always been so self-centred-"
"That's enough"
"Making people fall in love with you has always just been a game to you-"
"Stop"
"And now you've used everyone you know and you want to go find more victims. That's twisted Fleur-"
"I SAID SHUT UP"
Finally, she's stopped. Merde, my hand is shaking so much I dropped my cigarette. I stamp it out before one of my potted plants catch fire. Deep breaths Fleur. Just grip the rails and don't look at her. In and out slowly. Okay, now don't raise your voice again. Just keep calm and speak gently, she doesn't understand that's all.
"Get. Out. Now"
"Fleur I-" Merlin, have some tact will you.
"No. Get out. Come back when you've calmed down." Why are you still here?
"I- I'm-"
"Just leave!" Pop.
Sighing, I walk back inside my room and throw myself onto my bed. My eyes are stinging but I refuse to let the tears fall. I'm Fleur Delacour for Merlin's sake, I'm not weak. I'm beautiful, intelligent, enchanting. I have good grades, have a way with people and can get anyone I want. The road to the future for me is massive, I can be who I want and do what I want. A sob catches in my throat. But what do I want?
I don't know. I've never known. I do things because that's what I'm expected to do. Jacquelyn thinks I'm leaving my home country and everything else in my life because I'm some whore. But it's not like that. It's because everyone I've grown up with, they know what they want. Jacquelyn wants to be a medi-witch and have an apartment in Paris, just beside le Tour Eiffel, Colette wants to teach Potions and have a child by the age of twenty-four, fuck, even Gabrielle knows she wants to do some sort of dancing when she's older, the list just goes on and on. And I can't face that anymore. It's going to be the last year of school if I stay in France before I witness everyone I know heading off to do what they want to do. And what will I do then? Have a job that I have absolute no interest in and spend my life just pleasing other people. That, is the real reason why I party, have sex, smoke and leaving my home country. To get away from the reality that I'm Fleur Delacour – I have the beauty, I have the brains and I have the charms… but I have no ambition, no goal and no purpose in life.
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Meanwhile back in England… [[Hermione's P.O.V]]
Ah, I just got thrown out of the fireplace. Again. Just like practically every summer, every Christmas and every Easter, Just two more years to go until I can apparate to the Burrow rather than being chucked out in a dishevelled fashion. Before I even have a chance to brush this soot off my jeans, Mrs Weasley is squeezing me tight. I know she said to Harry and I to call her Molly, but we've always been raised to call friend's parents by Mr and Mrs and, we both have yet to kick this polite habit.
"Hermione dear, how have you been? You've grown since I last saw you, becoming quite the young woman you are." I'm blushing.
"Thank you Mrs Weasley, you're looking very well too." She's just opening her mouth, no doubt to tell me to call her Molly again I bet. However, she's interrupted by footsteps, which actually resemble more like a team of hunky rugby players running around. I listen more carefully. Make that, two teams of hunk rugby players running at each other. There's a brief moment when I turned and I can see a tall grinning Ron just on the last step of the stairs, but that moment vanished and there's a flash of bright blue eyes and long red hair and I'm suddenly an armful of Ginny. Laughing, I said to her,
"I missed you too, Gin," She's pulling back and giving me a smile.
"You better have missy, because I have been waiting for you for ages" I laugh again and in the corner of eye I can see Mrs Weasley slipping out into the garden.
"It's only been three weeks since I saw you at the end of school. Besides I've sent you owls every week," she pouts.
"That's still twenty one whole days I haven't seen you, Herm" Gin's giving me a cheeky smile now, I just know she's going to say something that will make me roll my eyes and smack her arm "and what are my measly little letter every week, compared to the lengthy daily ones you've no doubt sent to the 'Bulgarian Bon Bon'". I knew she would say something like that; the light shove I'm about to give her was almost reflexive. Unconsciously, my eyes darted to Ron just as I lifted my arms. He stood there, looking a bit tense and almost resentful when I can quite clearly remember him smiling and laughing in the background when Ginny was pouting. Because my mind was still trying to figure out why he was looking a bit jealous, I gave Ginny the chance to slip beside me, effectively evading my push. Since my hands connected with nothing but air, I almost fell forward. Luckily, Ginny caught me around the waist and pulled me back upright in time, before I landed straight on my face. Still with her body pressed up against me and arms around me, she leant forward to whisper in my ear.
"What's the matter Herm, still feeling light and dizzy from thinking about Victor?" I was just about to thank her, but no, not after she made yet another teasing comment, I now want to do nothing but strangle her. I spin around to grab her properly but damn her Quidditch trained speed, she dodged, slipped past Ron and ran upstairs before I could even take two steps.
Sighing, I make a mental note to kill her later when I can actually catch her. I'm about to go upstairs to see where she could have run off to, but I stop when I notice Ron was still here, blocking my way. I wince inwardly, when I just realise that I have still yet to greet one of my male best friends. Just best friends? Yes, of course, where on earth did that thought just come from. To distract me from these thoughts, I spoke to him first.
"Hey Ron, how are you, sorry about that with Ginny" Why am I apologising about my playful act with Ginny?
"I'm all right thanks. Nah, Gin's a bit mental so it's okay." I give a polite laugh. He looks like he can't make up his mind about something. He keeps stepping forward and lifting his arms, but then pretends like he was just raising his hands to play with his hair. I figured he wants to hug me, the silly fool honestly, what's with the shyness? Taking charge, I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. He got the hint and put his around my waist. We let go of each other almost straight away, but even though it was just a brief hug, all I could think about was one word. Awkward. In fact, it's still painfully awkward. Think, Hermione, say something.
"I'm just going to go see if Mum wants some help in the garden-"
"I best go check out Ginny and see what she's doing-" Great, we just spoke at the exact same time. Ron clears his throat and nods.
"Okay, I'll just see you in a bit then Hermione" I nod back at him. He steps aside for me to walk past before he hurries off to the garden. Awkwardawkwardawkwardawkwardawkwardawkward.
Walking up the stairs, all I can think about was how uncomfortable I felt with him just now. My mind still distracted, I push open Ginny's door and walk in. Looking up, I'm greeted to the sight of Ginny reaching for a top on her bed. However, the part of Ginny that I could see was her dripping wet auburn hair and her bare back. Half turning, she sees me looking stunned just inside of her room and screams. Hearing her scream, I scream. Hearing me scream, she screams back some more. So here we are, both just standing there screaming at each other for goodness knows how long. While the front of my mind was wondering about why we were screaming, I throw a hand to cover my eyes and step back out of her room.
"Wait, no no no!" Pausing halfway through my scream, I looked between my fingers and could see Ginny turned away from me hurriedly pulling her top over her head. Once done, she twirls, sits on her bed and pats the spot beside her. I step back into her room and threw myself next to her.
"Why were we screaming Gin?" She shrugs.
"Not sure, you surprised me when you walked in I suppose. But then you started screaming and I just couldn't let you out-scream me, could I?" I roll my eyes. Merlin, she's so competitive.
"Okay, so why isn't the whole family here, seeing what the racket was about?"
"Well firstly, except from us, Ron and mum are the only ones home. Secondly, you see that," she's pointing at this lily on top of her messy desk. Just seeing the clustered state of her desk makes me want to get over there and clear everything up for her, Ginny puts her arm back down, "That's from the pond out back and the twins have been playing around with it. They said they've added some sort of silencing spell on it, but I'm not entirely sure what, any ideas?" Silencing spells, hmm, I hate to admit it, but I haven't yet looked that up.
"Silencing spells, err yeah, we should be studying that next year, but umm I'm not totally sure…" Ginny suddenly sits up straight and is looking at me in mock-shock.
"What's this? Hermione Granger hasn't studied ahead? She must have been spending all her time doing other stuff," Oh great, she's waggling her eyebrows, no surprise for what she's going to say then. "Doing other stuff like writing to I'm-a-famous-quidditch-star-but-I-only-want-the-bookworm-to-ride-my-broom Victor Krum. Am I right Herm-own-ninny?" Wow, I'm impressed, that imitation of the way he would say my name was scarily accurate.
"Merlin Ginny, give it a rest already," I jump on top of her, laughing. I'm trying to tickle her stomach but she's surprisingly strong and is blocking most of my attacks. As I'm figuring out what to do, she flips us both over. Damn Quidditch for giving her this strength.
"Oh yeah, I so totally top you every time Herm"
Thud. I look over to see what made a noise. There standing just inside of the room with a pile of clothes on the floor was none other than Mrs Weasley. Oh heck. My face is going red, I can feel it. I desperately try to push Ginny off of me but she wouldn't budge at all. I can see Ginny's face out of the corner of my eye so I know she definitely knows her mum is standing no more than ten feet away from us looking intently straight at our position. What on earth is she playing at?
"Hey mum, what's up?" Mrs Weasley snaps out of her stare and quickly bends down to pick up her previously dropped pile of clothes off the floor.
"Oh nothing love, your clothes finished drying so I thought I'd come up and put them away for you."
"Okay thanks mum," Yeah just carry on having a normal conversation like Ginny wasn't on all fours over me, with my arms pinned in the most easily mistaken position, and on the bed nonetheless.
"And Hermione dear I hope you haven't unpacked yet. We need to go to Grimmauld Place for the rest of summer." Grimmauld Place, Grimmauld Place… wait isn't that…
"Ginny, didn't you say in that letter about the Order of the Phoenix headquarter being Grimmauld Place? Why are we going there?" Mrs Weasley stopped putting the clothes in the wardrobe.
"Ginerva Weasley, do you not understand how dangerous that is, if someone intercepted your owl and read the location of where we gather, you would have put everyone in danger. I expected you to know better than to do that." Ginny rolls her eyes.
"Its fine mum, I didn't say the exact address number or anything so relax" Uh oh Mrs Weasley is frowning. Great, Gin is going to get this big tell off and I'll be stuck underneath her awkwardly. Quick Hermione, Mrs Weasley is opening her mouth. Say something to prevent it.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny" Yes, she's not said anything yet. Keep going, "Umm, didn't you say you were, err you were, hungry, yes that's it. You're hungry. Let's go downstairs," No don't start frowning, please have some clue to what I'm trying to do Gin.
"When did I say that-" okay that's it. You made me do this. "Ow! Why the hell did you just poke me?"
"Because you're hungry remember?" I'm slowing nodding my head at you and making very unsubtle looks between you and your mum. What else do you need, trumpets and a large flashing sign?
"I said I'm…" Merlin I can literally see on your face that it finally clicked into place. Sometimes you are so like Ron, it's scary. "Hungry! Of course, yeah, I'm totally starving. Let's go Herm, see you later mum"
Finally, Ginny stands, pulling me up too by my wrists. I only have time for a quick 'thanksbyemrsweasley' before I'm yanked out of the room.
***
"Hey Gin, there's an owl standing by the window" She places her toast down and goes over first to the cupboard to get a treat. Strange, I don't think I've ever seen this owl before so it can't be from anyone in Gryffindor. While she's untying the letter and the owl is helping itself to the treats at its feet, I decide to ask her about it.
"So who's that from then?"
"Well wouldn't you like to know"
"Since when have you not told me everything?"
"Since when do I need to tell you everything?"
"We're best friends Gin"
"A little thing called 'privacy' still exists though Herm" Ah she's smirking. Damn her and how she likes to wind me up.
"Okay fine. I give up on this imaginary game that you're playing okay? You win. Now can you tell me who that's from then?" Great, she's doing that 'grin of triumph'.
"As a reward I get to have the rest of your coffee"
"What? I asked you when I made mine two minutes ago, if you wanted one and you said no." She shrugs.
"A girl can change her mind can't she?"
"Not when that girl is you, she can't," So mature, she stuck her tongue out at me and reached over for my cup. Something just brushed past my legs and it gave me goosebumps. I look down and realise it's only Crookshanks. Picking him up, I mutter random nonsense at him.
"So anyways who is the letter from then Gin?"
"I never said anything about telling you who it's from" Oh, the little sneaky…
"Ginerva Molly Weasley" Ha, it made her flinch, that'll teach her.
"Okay okay, Merlin, my mum is upstairs and I don't need another one downstairs." She sets the cup aside and takes out the letter from her pocket.
"Read it"
"Have you?"
"Nope"
"Should I read it out loud then?" She picks up the cup again.
"Nah I'll read it later, gives me something to do at Grimmauld Place" Nodding I open the letter.
Let's see then… dear Ginny… hope your holiday is still going good… missed you… we don't write enough… can't wait to see you… want to ask you something… know we don't know each other that well… really like you… like to go out with me… wait, back it up, what did that say again – "I was hoping if you would like to go out with me?" This handwriting looks awfully feminine to me, I glance at the bottom. Yep, it's signed by 'Hannah'. Hmm.
"What's up with the weird face Herm?"
"Nothing, just this letter must be some joke; this girl is asking you out" She swiftly takes the letter back, nearly giving me a paper cut.
"Don't say that"
"Say what?"
"That it's a joke"
"What else is it meant to be then?" Woah, why are you giving me this mysterious smile.
"Ginny, answer me"
"Look don't freak out okay"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, you know Hannah too, she's in your year" Hannah, Hannah, Hannah…
"You don't meant Hannah Abbott in Hufflepuff do you?" She nods.
"She's cute isn't she?"
"Yeah she is quite cut-" What on earth, am I saying, "Wait, back it up. What about Michael Corner?"
"What about him?"
"I thought you said two are going out" Ginny shakes her head.
"Nah, I said I got tired of Neville so we just flirted a bit at the Yule Ball"
Calm down Hermione, information overload. Think this though methodically. Ginny flirted and is not actually with Michael Corner. Sometime last year she met Hannah and seems to have gotten on rather too well. Hannah wants to date Ginny. Ginny said she's cute. So that must mean Ginny is…
"Ginny. Why didn't you move off of me when your mum came in earlier" She shrugs.
"Don't know didn't feel like moving I suppose... you don't think I have a crush on you, do you?" Ah what should I say – play it cool or should I confront her. Ginny laughs.
"Don't be ridiculous Herm, you're my best friend and besides," there's that cheeky smile again, "I have better taste than you"
I roll my eyes. I'm relieved, of course, but strangely enough, I feel kind of hurt at the same time. All this time, I've been right here beside Ginny, but even my best friend hasn't noticed me…
"Ron! Girls! Where are you?"
"Hermione and I are in the kitchen mum!" I can hear Mrs Weasley practically running down the stairs. I'm aware of the slightly scrunched letter in her hand as she catches her breath when she reached us.
"Girls, we have to go to Grimmauld Place now. Arthur just sent me a letter, it's about Harry"
"What's about Harry mum?" Ron just entered from the garden, looking rather muddy.
"He's been attacked. By dementors" I can feel my blood turning cold.
"Is he all right Mrs Weasley?"
"A little shaken but should be okay. The others are going to collect him from his uncle's house as soon as possible. Thank goodness Remus taught him the Patronus Charm." I breathe a sigh of relief, "However," damn, why must there always be a 'however'? "The Ministry is threatening to expel him for using magic outside of school-"
"They're what?! They can't. There must be something in books about this. I'll check it up. It's simply unfair" Ginny places her hand over mine.
"Hermione calm down, I'm sure everything will be okay. Where is your stuff?" I quickly pat my trousers pocket.
"My trunks are in my pocket and Crookshanks here too," Ginny nods.
"I'll run upstairs, grab my trunks and we'll floo straight to Grimmauld Place okay, you can do your research there. Harry is going to be fine" She let's go of my shaking hands and disappears off. He's going to be fine, He's going to fine. He will be okay.
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End of chapter one, comment sil vous plait? And I have a feeling I've messed up the tenses and things like that, which I apologies for.