Chapter 1: Start of Something new
A beautiful eighteen-year old girl was sitting on a stool inside the Gringgots bank's Administration office. She had long, Silvery-blonde hair, perfect eyelashes, pretty blue eye, and the air of someone special…Someone who could make heads turn.
Her name is Fleur Isabelle Delacour, former Triwizard tournament contestant and a very popular Beauxbatons Academy graduate. She just graduated that summer and flew from France to London and was hoping to get a job at Gringgots to improve her English.
Fleur was holding a silver, antique mirror where she was checking her reflection. She was batting her eyelashes when she saw a very familiar tall, red-headed (which was in a ponytail) guy pass y behind her on the mirror.
She turned to look at the man. Yes, she thought, she was right. She would've knows this guy anywhere. They haven't spoken to each other but the very first time she saw him a couple of months ago at Hogwarts, she instantly liked him. She heard he just visited to watch Harry Potter. He was his friend's brother. But what was he doing here? In Gringgots?
Before she could hold her thoughts, the guy looked in her direction and was now walking towards her. Fleur felt herself blushing. She stood up, put the mirror back inside her bag and straightened her hair.
"Hi," the guy said, smiling, "Fleur Delacour, right? From Beauxbatons?"
"Oh, you rememzered," She smiled.
"Yes, it iz me."
He smiled, "Bill Weasley," He said, holding out his hand, "You may have known my brother? Ronald? He's tall, red-haired—"
"Ooh, yes, yes, I 'zoo," She said, "'Ee 'elped 'Arry in saving my sister, Gabrielle from ze black lake. "Ee was a brave boy, your bruzzer."
Bill was amused, "Wicked." He said.
Fleur laughed.
He found her laughter and her presence to be entertaining. The way her hair fluttered in the was charming, as well.
"So," he said, "What is it that brings you here?"
"I was 'oping to get a job here, I want ze improve my Eeenglish. And though I miss France, I wanted ze try it out 'ere."
"Your English ain't thatbad," Bill grinned.
"Ow, you are makin fun of me!" She teased.
He laughed, "Nah, nah, I'm sorry," He said, "Didn't the Goblins talk to you?"
"No, ze goblins are scary, actually," She said, "It'z weird zat zey run zis bank. In France, Veelas and doves are all over ze bank, it is charmante."
"The goblins are charmante, too, you know?"
She rolled her eyes but smiled.
"Look here," Bill said, "Hey, Orgut!"
A white-haired not so old but eyeglass-wearing goblin came up to them.
"Hi, Orgut, this is Fleur, she came from France. Do we have anything that she can do?"
Orgut looked at Fleur from head to toe which she didn't seem to like. Bill saw her raise an eyebrow.
"Well," Orgut said, "She can help Mary with the paperwork." He pointed to a burly, Chestnut-haired woman with full bangs who was typing rapidly. And William, you can bring her to Africa or anywhere…you know, when we need you to do something."
"Great," Bill smiled.
"Zat seems good," Fleur said, "'Zank you, then," She told Orgut. And then she looked at Bill and smiled, "You 'ave been a great 'elp."
"Don't mention it," He said, smiling, "And uhm…anyway…maybe we could catch-up again on Friday? You know, to see how your first week here goes…"
"Well," She said, "I'd love to"
He smiled back, "Great," He said, "Welcome to Gringgots then. It's the start of something new."
She laughed, "Oh well," She said, "It zis."
"See you, Fleur."
"Arrividerci, Bill."