~Pet Names~
A/N: So, it's been a while since I've been here, yes? Sorry. Things got out of hand. (I explained more in the A/N of The Trick Stair. If you want better explanation, head there, and read the story while you're at it :D) But, I'm back! Here's the next installation of Pet Names. Enjoy!
Bill was combing through his long hair in the bathroom of Shell Cottage. When he was done, he started examining the scars left from when Greyback attacked him, somewhat ruefully. It brought back memories of the night, and he kept thinking that he was scarred, and imperfect, even though he knew no one was perfect.
Sure, he had been told of how his mother and his lovely wife had hashed it out over his hospital bed on the matter, but he still couldn't help but feel extremely lucky and all together undeserving of still being able to marry Fleur.
"Bill? Bill? Come down to breakfast, mon chérie." Fleur called up the stairs before returning to the kitchen to set the table.
"Coming!" Bill called down, taking one last look at his reflection. He swung out of the bathroom, and down the stairs. He turned into the kitchen, his mouth watering at the smell of undercooked bacon (for him), eggs, toast, and some French concoction that Fleur made. Bill still found her foreign foods a bit odd, but he ate and liked most of them nonetheless.
Even though they had only been married a couple of weeks at this point, Bill delighted in the fact that they had already fallen into a routine. This didn't hit him until he sat down, and Fleur did what she always did — fill his glass full of pumpkin juice, sit down opposite of him, and waved her wand so that both their plates automatically began to fill themselves of what they wanted.
Bill ate, but apparently something was off from his demeanor.
"Bill, mon chérie, is there something wrong?"
"Not wrong, no. But I do have something to ask you."
"Ask away, then."
"What does, 'mon chérie' mean in French? You call me that a lot." Bill asked, skewering the pronunciation of the French due to his British accent.
"Oh, it just means 'my darling.' Which you are." Fleur smiled as she continued eating.
"Oh," was all Bill's brilliant mind thought to say as he too ate.
After they finished, they also fell into the normality of Fleur getting up and sitting in Bill's lap and talking until one of them had to go to work, or something had to be done.
Bill was still stuck on names.
"What does your name mean in French?" He had asked.
"Fleur? Oh, it is the equivalent of your 'flower.'" She said, a bit puzzled in his sudden interrogation of French-to-English translations.
"Hmmm. Flower, eh? Then that's what I'll call you!" Bill said, excitedly.
"What for?"
"Well, you call me 'mon chérie,' which is a sort of pet name, or a nick name—," here Fleur cut him off.
"What are these nick names you speak of?"
"Oh, those are like names of endearment of something of that sort." Bill explained, and made sure she understood before he continued. Then, "Since you call me a pet name, I wanted to have one for you. And now I do." He smiled.
"Ah, well I am glad you are happy." She smiled as well, and gave him a kiss.
It was short lived, though. The clock they had hanging on the wall began to toll, signifying that Bill had to get to work or he was going to be late.
"It would seem that I have to go." He said, regretfully. He gave her one last kiss, and said, "Good bye my Flower. I love you!" and walked out the door.
Fleur sat there, thinking she was a lucky girl, even if she did not marry a French man. "Mon chérie, he is good to me," She said happily as she got up to start about her daily chores.
A/N: Well, that's rather short. And I'm not all too happy with it. Although, I did get to use some French, which was fun. Once my Spanish improves, I want to write a story completely in Spanish. I'm not quite there yet, though. Oh, and I couldn't be bother translating Fleur's accent to my writing. I'm not good at that, so I'm sorry. Just pretend that it's there. And sorry if they seem OOC. Reviews make me happy :]
-Zenelia*Sky
