***Disclaimer – take 2: Nothing here belongs to me, and any similarities to other stories are either coincidence or a tribute (especially for the Mean Girls section).
Chapter 2 – Fluorine from the Heart
'The champion for Beauxbatons,' said Dumbledore, 'is Fleur Delacour!'...
Underneath the expectant buzz of very last minute bets being placed on who would be the Hogwarts champion ran an undercurrent of whispers.
"Fluer Delawho?"
"Flower Delicore. I hear she's a Veela."
"Floor DeCort is flawless."
"Fluer Delacouer. I hear her hair is insured for ten thousand galleons."
"I think I'll call her Phlegm", noted one redhead.
"Flour De La Cor", said another.
"Fluor Delacoeur", breathed Seamus in awe.
"Honestly, some people.", Hermione whispered, "I highly doubt her parents would give her a name that translates into Fluorine from the heart."
A girl with straggly, waist-length blonde hair, very pale eyebrows and protuberant eyes leaned over from the Ravenclaw table. "Fleur Delacour is only her public alias. My daddy says she is on the frontlines of the effort to thwart the Rotfang Conspiracy, and there are some who say that she is the secret weapon controlling the Minister's army of Heliopaths."
"Wait – what?"
But the blonde had already turned to look expectantly towards the high table, and a silence stiff with excitement was radiating outwards. The fourth wall quickly rebuilt itself as the Goblet of Fire turned red once more.