"No! No, no, no, no!" Louis Weasley yelled running into the living room of Shell Cottage.
Fleur Weasley looked up at her seven year old son as her two daughters came running in after him, though they stopped at the sight of their parents.
"Come on Louis," Dominique said, soon to enter her first year of Hogwarts. Her two years elder sister nodded at the red heads words.
"Dad," Louis begged of his father, wanting to at least keep his dignity. His sister's plans would not allow him to do so.
Sighing Bill Weasley stood up and said, "What's going on?" Looking at the guilty looks on his daughters face as they attempted to pull their brother away, who in turn was hanging on to the fireplace for dear life. In his mind, that was what was at stake.
"Nothing," Dominique said sounding true, though it was ruined when Victoire supported that with a, "Ya, nothing." The blond had never been able to properly lie.
"They're trying to give me a makeover dad!" Louis said, now hanging on to his father. "With make-up, and hairclips, and, and, dresses!" And indeed, there was a hairclip in his blond hair.
"It was a skirt," Dominique said defensively at her father's look.
"And we weren't going to use pink," Victoire spoke up on behalf of the makeup.
Bill sighed rubbing his forehead, though he knew he could get no help from his wife at the way she tried to hide her smile before leaving the room.
"You can't use your brother as your guinea pig girls," He said, and though they looked confused at the term used, they seemed to get the concept and looked down as the person in question continued to hide behind his father. "He is a human boy."
"OK," Victoire sighed in defeat. "Now who are we going to test looks on?" She added in a mumble to her younger sister.
"Why not each other?" Bill suggested and in return was looked at by his daughter as though he were an idiot, and should stay out of girl problems, a fact he would not argue with.
"Just not me," Louis said coming out from his refugee behind his father though he scampered off at the looks his sisters gave him.
Bill shook his head and was walking towards the kitchen where he knew his wife had fled to when he heard his second daughter speak again.
"Let's ask mum if Lily can come over!" Dominique said and soon Victoire agreed excitedly.
Bill felt rather sorry for his youngest niece.
I mean, come on, one-eighth veela, two older sisters, I knew what I put my sister through, and me and my sister but my mom's godson through, Louis had to go through something, and when he went to daddy, turn to Lily!