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Day 29: Perfume

George and Bill sat in the living room of Shell Cottage, waiting for Fleur to get ready for their night out. The three were going out to dinner together, and George had stopped by the house for a bit of a visit beforehand.

Bill and George were having a cheerful debate about Quidditch when Fleur strode down the hall from the bedroom, announcing she was ready.

Bill smiled and started to tell his wife she looked lovely, then stopped quite suddenly as she drew closer and an awful smell wafted towards him. He coughed, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

Fleur looked confused and slightly offended, "What eez eet? Did I put on too much perfume?"

"Too much?" Bill stared at his wife, "Er…. Fleur, darling, what kind of perfume are you wearing?"

"Ze lavender," Fleur frowned, "Ze same one I wore last time we wore out. You said you liked eet."

George, unable to restrain himself any longer, burst out laughing.

Fleur's eyes narrowed instantly and she glared at him, "What deed you do?"

It was a moment before George could regain enough composure to speak, "I may have…. accidentally mixed up your perfume with a bottle of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes latest product," he explained, grinning without remorse, "Positively Putrid Perfume. To the wearer it smells like your regular run of the mill perfume, but to everyone else it smells like something a bit more interesting. This was, for instance, happens to be Fresh Dragon Dung."

Bill couldn't help but snicker and Fleur at once turned her glare to her husband, who gulped and hastily tried to defend himself, "It's quite a clever idea, you've got to admit – er, but George shouldn't have used it on you, of course," he finished hastily.

Fleur sniffed and turned her glare back to George, "How do I remove the scent?" She knew George well enough to know it wouldn't just come off with a wash like regular perfume.

"Oh, it will fade in about a day," George answered cheerfully.

The intensity of Fleur's glare seemed to double, "I weel not go around smelling like dragon dung for an entire day!" she shouted.

"Or, I have an counter-potion here," George amended without missing a beat, pulling a small bottle out of his robes.

Fleur glared at the bottle suspiciously, "And 'ow do I know eet will not just make me smell worse?"

"Because I know if it does you'll rip my head off," George replied, "And I rather like it where it is."

Fleur snatched the bottle from him, "If thees eez another trick, ripping your head off will seem mild," she threatened as she sprayed it on and George gulped, "It's not a trick, Fleur, I swear, I know when to cut off a good joke. Trust me."

Fleur sprayed the bottle over where she had sprayed the perfume and the scent instantly vanished. Her bad temper seemed to vanish with it.

"It eez a creative product," she admitted with a small smile, before turning a threatening eye on George again, "But eef you ever use me as a test subject for one of your products again…"

I'm never too sure about if I'm doing Fleur's accent right, but I tried to mimic the way it is in the books. I felt like if I didn't do it at all it would feel weird. Review?