I'm sure we've all been there...little kids deserve to know the truth...even if we have to make it up. :P (IFY, I had to do a bit of work...apperantly I made a mistake on a bad word. 0.o I had to correct, sorry, I'll shut up now. Tehe.)
It was 4:30 in the afternoon, and Fleur Weasley talked earnestly on her new mobile phone. That was actually the only muggle device she was truly fond of.
"Ah non...C'est vrais?", she said.She was probably talking to a French relative. Perhaps her mother or sister? Oh well...on to the story.
Fleur throws herself onto a nearby couch, throws her head back and laughs. As she continues on laughing, her daughter, Victoire, comes in and sits across her mother. Apparently Fleur didn't notice her, because the mobile phone has her full attention.
"Il est merde," Fleur swore," J'ai pense qu'il est un homme de merde."
"Mummy", interrupted Victoire.
"Un moment," said Fleur to phone. She set the phone on her shoulder, and looked over at her daughter. "Quoi, Cherie?"
"Mummy, where do babies come from?", she asked, smiling innocently at her mother.
"Mierd..."
"What does "merde" mean?"
"You don't 'ave to know zat word...but I'll answer ze ozzer question.", Fleur warned.
"D'accord, Mummy."
"Now, babies come from ze Ministry of Magic."
"Chouette, really?" (Chouette means cool)
"Oui, but in order for ze Ministry of Magic to give us babies, zey make us sign a contract."
"Oooh...c'est facile?"
"Non, tres difficile...we 'ave to agree to everything on it."
"Ooh la la"
"Well...C'est tout...zat's all for now...eet's a very complicated process...you wouldn't understand."
"Alrighty then."
"Now go play with Papa, ma Cherie...ta mere parle avec ta tante."
"Merci, Mummy.", Victoire hopped off the couch. When she left, Fleur muttered, "Stupid child, so gullible".
END!