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Word Count - 390
Vicarious Living
Fleur walked around the grounds of Beauxbatons, enjoying the air of the spring morning. It had been a long time since she'd attended her old school, but the palatial beauty was just as she remembered it being.
She'd enjoyed her time here, but she knew that Victoire wasn't enjoying it. She'd asked, in every letter home, to transfer to Hogwarts.
Fleur had hoped that, despite her reservations, Victoire would give Beauxbatons a chance. She'd hoped that her daughter would follow in her footsteps and excel as she once had.
Although she didn't want to admit it, in a way, Fleur was hoping for a chance to relive her glory days through her daughter.
There wasn't much accolade in being a stay at home wife, and while she adored bringing her children up, she sometimes wondered if there wasn't more to life. With all the years she'd spent on these very grounds, learning all the wondrous things she had, was she really meant to be chained to a sink for the rest of her life?
A hand on her shoulder startled her, but she relaxed immediately when a familiar arm slipped around her, the fine red hairs tickling her skin.
"This is a beautiful school," Bill commented. "I can see why you wanted out girl to go here. Far more ladylike than Hogwarts could ever hope to be."
"She isn't happy 'ere," Fleur replied sadly. "I 'ad 'oped."
"I say, let her finish her year out here. If she still wants to transfer once the summer comes, we'll talk it out with her, okay?"
Fleur nodded. There was only a few months left of the school year after all.
"Bill -"
"Have you been thinking about when you want to go back to work?" he asked, interrupting her with a small smile.
She nodded. "'Ow did you know?"
He pulled her to a stop, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Because I know you."
Pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose, he smiled down at her. "Come on, baby. Let's go and spend a bit of time with Victoire before we have to leave, okay?"
Fleur nodded again. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve William in her life, but she could only hope that her children were as lucky as her in their choices for life partners.