Chpt 3: Meeting and Greeting
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Clara and her parents made their way to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. There were a lot of people sitting outside the building in the blazing heat. "Oh great!" groaned Clara. "There's nowhere for us to sit now."
But then she spotted a flash of silvery- blonde making its way through the crowd towards Clara and her parents. As it grew closer a face appeared. A beautiful, olive-skinned face with blue eyes and sparkling white teeth which formed a radiant smile, causing many passing boys to swoon. This person had to be part Veela!
"Monique!" Clara shouted as she saw who the figure was. Then again it was hard to miss Monique. She was as tall as her father Bill in the traditional Weasley fashion, and silvery-blonde hair was not very common although it was a way of recognising another family, despised by most. But Monique had inherited her mother, Fleur's beautiful long flowing hair which looked almost white in the glistening sunlight.
"Clara!" Monique replied as she ran towards her cousin. Her parents came up behind her with the rest of their children.
"Hey midget!" Bill greeted, smiling fondly at his niece. "Hey grizzly!" Clara retorted grinning cheekily. Bill turned to Ron pretending to be offended. "When will your daughter get off slagging my hair?" he whined. "Maybe when you cut it?" his brother replied. Bill shrugged his shoulders. "In that case I'd better get used to the name!"
While the two brothers continued chatting, the two sister-in-laws exchanged remarks on each other's clothing. "What gorrrgeous dress robes you 'ave 'Ermione!" "Why thank you Fleur! And I just love your scarf! Was it expensive?" "Oh no! Very cheap for Paris! It's ze latest fashion at ze moment."
While their mothers carried on in this fashion, Clara and Monique compared their holidays.
"Oh it was brilliant Clar!" exclaimed Monique. "We went shopping in Paris, Clara. PARIS!!! "We saw loads of cool clothes and perfume and jewellery and Dad nearly had a coronary when he saw the bill!"
Clara tried hard not to smile. Bill have a coronary? she thought. Hahaha! I wish!
"And the food! Oh my god Clara. You'd have been in paradise." Monique went on. "It was sooo good. (sigh) But so fattening. I don't know how many times I made myself throw up over there."
"MONIQUE!!" roared Clara. Their parents stopped talking and looked at the two girls.
"Is everything o.k. Clar?" Ron asked. "What?... Oh yeah. um. we were just talking about girl stuff Dad!" answered Clara. Ron quickly turned around, the tips of his ears going red. "It's o.k." he said. "I've a feeling that I don't want to know!"
Clara brought Monique away from the four adults so they could talk. "What's up, Clar?" asked Monique jerking her arm away from her cousin's vice-like grip. "Why did you freak out like that?"
Clara glared at Monique. "Why did I freak out?" she snarled. "I'll tell you why I freaked out! Do you know how serious this is? I thought you promised not to go bulimic on me?!!" Clara was furious.
Monique took a strand of hair and started examining it, completely ignoring her companion's anger. "Take a chill pill Clara" she replied calmly. "Look it was only just that one time. It's not as if I'm gonna do it ALL the time."
Clara was breathing heavily. "You better not and none of that diet crap either Monique! I don't want you getting ill on me." Clara said sharply.
"Hey you two!" The girls turned to see their cousin Bridget coming towards them, her short curly jet-black hair shining in the sunlight. Her emerald green eyes sparkled happily. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "Oh nothing!" answered Monique quickly, wishing to avoid another lecture on her eating habits.
"Monique's bulimic, Bridget!" Clara exclaimed. "WHAT??!!!" Bridget was raging. "I'm not bulimic, alright?" Monique screamed. "Just 'cos I did it once it doesn't make me a bulimic!" She was getting really annoyed with her cousins. What right had they to comment on her eating habits? Just because they both played Quidditch and Clara had a fast metabolism! She could comment on a few of their habits!
"Why did you do an idiotic thing like that in the first place?" Bridget asked, straining to keep her voice down. "I met a load of girls on holiday who do it and they were talking about how great it was and how I should try it, so I did" explained Monique.
Clara groaned and shook her head. "I thought you knew better than that, Mon!" "I do" said an annoyed Monique. "Look it was only once. I'm not going to do it again!" "You better not" warned Bridget. "And none of that diet cra-" "Uh Bridge? I already said that before you came" interrupted Clara. "Oh. Well good. Great minds think alike."
Monique tossed her behind her angrily. "Look are you two quite finished lecturing me?" she demanded. Clara and Bridget looked at her carefully before saying, at exactly the same time "If we catch you doing it again you can say goodbye to all your beauty spells and potions!"
Monique shuddered. She always got creeped out when they did that. It was like they could read each other's minds or something. Telepathic. That was the word for it. Freaky! "Ok! I get it!" she yelled. "Now can we just drop it please?" "Alright Mon. We'll leave you alone" replied Bridget. "Yeah" agreed Clara. "Thanks girls" Monique said.
"Hey! We'd better get back to Fortescue's or else all the ice-cream will be eaten!" exclaimed Clara. "Well come on then! Move it!" cried Bridget. The three girls ran pushing each other back to the parlour.
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing except for what I made up
Clara and her parents made their way to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. There were a lot of people sitting outside the building in the blazing heat. "Oh great!" groaned Clara. "There's nowhere for us to sit now."
But then she spotted a flash of silvery- blonde making its way through the crowd towards Clara and her parents. As it grew closer a face appeared. A beautiful, olive-skinned face with blue eyes and sparkling white teeth which formed a radiant smile, causing many passing boys to swoon. This person had to be part Veela!
"Monique!" Clara shouted as she saw who the figure was. Then again it was hard to miss Monique. She was as tall as her father Bill in the traditional Weasley fashion, and silvery-blonde hair was not very common although it was a way of recognising another family, despised by most. But Monique had inherited her mother, Fleur's beautiful long flowing hair which looked almost white in the glistening sunlight.
"Clara!" Monique replied as she ran towards her cousin. Her parents came up behind her with the rest of their children.
"Hey midget!" Bill greeted, smiling fondly at his niece. "Hey grizzly!" Clara retorted grinning cheekily. Bill turned to Ron pretending to be offended. "When will your daughter get off slagging my hair?" he whined. "Maybe when you cut it?" his brother replied. Bill shrugged his shoulders. "In that case I'd better get used to the name!"
While the two brothers continued chatting, the two sister-in-laws exchanged remarks on each other's clothing. "What gorrrgeous dress robes you 'ave 'Ermione!" "Why thank you Fleur! And I just love your scarf! Was it expensive?" "Oh no! Very cheap for Paris! It's ze latest fashion at ze moment."
While their mothers carried on in this fashion, Clara and Monique compared their holidays.
"Oh it was brilliant Clar!" exclaimed Monique. "We went shopping in Paris, Clara. PARIS!!! "We saw loads of cool clothes and perfume and jewellery and Dad nearly had a coronary when he saw the bill!"
Clara tried hard not to smile. Bill have a coronary? she thought. Hahaha! I wish!
"And the food! Oh my god Clara. You'd have been in paradise." Monique went on. "It was sooo good. (sigh) But so fattening. I don't know how many times I made myself throw up over there."
"MONIQUE!!" roared Clara. Their parents stopped talking and looked at the two girls.
"Is everything o.k. Clar?" Ron asked. "What?... Oh yeah. um. we were just talking about girl stuff Dad!" answered Clara. Ron quickly turned around, the tips of his ears going red. "It's o.k." he said. "I've a feeling that I don't want to know!"
Clara brought Monique away from the four adults so they could talk. "What's up, Clar?" asked Monique jerking her arm away from her cousin's vice-like grip. "Why did you freak out like that?"
Clara glared at Monique. "Why did I freak out?" she snarled. "I'll tell you why I freaked out! Do you know how serious this is? I thought you promised not to go bulimic on me?!!" Clara was furious.
Monique took a strand of hair and started examining it, completely ignoring her companion's anger. "Take a chill pill Clara" she replied calmly. "Look it was only just that one time. It's not as if I'm gonna do it ALL the time."
Clara was breathing heavily. "You better not and none of that diet crap either Monique! I don't want you getting ill on me." Clara said sharply.
"Hey you two!" The girls turned to see their cousin Bridget coming towards them, her short curly jet-black hair shining in the sunlight. Her emerald green eyes sparkled happily. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "Oh nothing!" answered Monique quickly, wishing to avoid another lecture on her eating habits.
"Monique's bulimic, Bridget!" Clara exclaimed. "WHAT??!!!" Bridget was raging. "I'm not bulimic, alright?" Monique screamed. "Just 'cos I did it once it doesn't make me a bulimic!" She was getting really annoyed with her cousins. What right had they to comment on her eating habits? Just because they both played Quidditch and Clara had a fast metabolism! She could comment on a few of their habits!
"Why did you do an idiotic thing like that in the first place?" Bridget asked, straining to keep her voice down. "I met a load of girls on holiday who do it and they were talking about how great it was and how I should try it, so I did" explained Monique.
Clara groaned and shook her head. "I thought you knew better than that, Mon!" "I do" said an annoyed Monique. "Look it was only once. I'm not going to do it again!" "You better not" warned Bridget. "And none of that diet cra-" "Uh Bridge? I already said that before you came" interrupted Clara. "Oh. Well good. Great minds think alike."
Monique tossed her behind her angrily. "Look are you two quite finished lecturing me?" she demanded. Clara and Bridget looked at her carefully before saying, at exactly the same time "If we catch you doing it again you can say goodbye to all your beauty spells and potions!"
Monique shuddered. She always got creeped out when they did that. It was like they could read each other's minds or something. Telepathic. That was the word for it. Freaky! "Ok! I get it!" she yelled. "Now can we just drop it please?" "Alright Mon. We'll leave you alone" replied Bridget. "Yeah" agreed Clara. "Thanks girls" Monique said.
"Hey! We'd better get back to Fortescue's or else all the ice-cream will be eaten!" exclaimed Clara. "Well come on then! Move it!" cried Bridget. The three girls ran pushing each other back to the parlour.