"So are you ready to go back to Hogwarts?" asked Fleur as her and Harry lay
out in the fresh summer grass.
"Fleur, why are you American and how did you get here?"
"Well see, it was your owl! Look!"
Harry turned around to see Hedwig in the back the car quietly cleaning himself in his cage. Harry smiled to himself.
"Yeah Hedwig came and found me and led me to you. And. and. and. what'd you want me to do leave you in that cupboard forever! Not after how you saved my sister."
"No, I'm glad you came to rescue me, but how are you talking perfect English?"
Fleur looked at the ground for a second then began. Well the story goes like this:
"I was in my hometown of France trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life. When I got this letter, and it was like offering me a trip to go to America! I had never been to America before in my life! So I agreed to go. And when I got there. I just fell in love with entire culture. I wanted to become part of it. So I went and talk to Witches Council and they told me I could switch my nationality with a spell! They asked me what kind of American I wanted to be like, so I decided the typical blonde model! They laughed at me but everyone in America says blondes have more fun, so I though perfect! There was one tiny setback. The switch sent me back in my years. And so now, I'm not longer done with my schooling, I have to go back to being a 5th year and complete school again. My years have gone back, and I've gotten younger. Something happened in the spell. So anyway, there was no witch schooling in America so I decided to go to Hogwarts! Yep! I'm going to be in Gryffindor with you this year! And we're going to be just like best friends!"
Harry was too shocked to know what to say. Him and Fleur, friends? He just nodded his head and looked back down at the grass. He tried to think about what it meant to be a blonde? Was Fleur going to become dumb? He decided to test his idea, "Hey Fleur look a dead bird!" Harry pointed up at the sky
Fleur looked up instantly, "Wear? Wear? I don't see a dead bird!" She continued to search the sky for awhile while Harry sighed out loud.
"We better get out of here," commented Harry in attempt to stop Fleur from looking up at the sky.
For a second she didn't move but then slowly she followed Harry back to the car. "Harry do you think the bird will return back to life again?"
"I'm sure it will."
"Fleur, why are you American and how did you get here?"
"Well see, it was your owl! Look!"
Harry turned around to see Hedwig in the back the car quietly cleaning himself in his cage. Harry smiled to himself.
"Yeah Hedwig came and found me and led me to you. And. and. and. what'd you want me to do leave you in that cupboard forever! Not after how you saved my sister."
"No, I'm glad you came to rescue me, but how are you talking perfect English?"
Fleur looked at the ground for a second then began. Well the story goes like this:
"I was in my hometown of France trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life. When I got this letter, and it was like offering me a trip to go to America! I had never been to America before in my life! So I agreed to go. And when I got there. I just fell in love with entire culture. I wanted to become part of it. So I went and talk to Witches Council and they told me I could switch my nationality with a spell! They asked me what kind of American I wanted to be like, so I decided the typical blonde model! They laughed at me but everyone in America says blondes have more fun, so I though perfect! There was one tiny setback. The switch sent me back in my years. And so now, I'm not longer done with my schooling, I have to go back to being a 5th year and complete school again. My years have gone back, and I've gotten younger. Something happened in the spell. So anyway, there was no witch schooling in America so I decided to go to Hogwarts! Yep! I'm going to be in Gryffindor with you this year! And we're going to be just like best friends!"
Harry was too shocked to know what to say. Him and Fleur, friends? He just nodded his head and looked back down at the grass. He tried to think about what it meant to be a blonde? Was Fleur going to become dumb? He decided to test his idea, "Hey Fleur look a dead bird!" Harry pointed up at the sky
Fleur looked up instantly, "Wear? Wear? I don't see a dead bird!" She continued to search the sky for awhile while Harry sighed out loud.
"We better get out of here," commented Harry in attempt to stop Fleur from looking up at the sky.
For a second she didn't move but then slowly she followed Harry back to the car. "Harry do you think the bird will return back to life again?"
"I'm sure it will."