Thought I'd warn you all. For the next few chapters, Fleur is going
to be speaking French every once in a while. Literally. If you do not
speak French and would like to know what she's saying, I translated
everything at babelfish.altavista.com/.
For all those who do speak French, forgive me if I got grammar or punctuation wrong. I pretty much assume that the website I used spelled every word right, but I don't speak French at all, so I wouldn't know.
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Do you know it's only now just occurred to me to say that none of the characters in this story belong to me? They belong to J.K. Rowling. This is typical of myself in daily life....
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Ten By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur ran her fingers over the head of the tawny owl as it dropped the letter it carried into her hand. It closed its eyes blissfully, and then hooted to her before it flew off. Ignoring the rest of her croissant, she opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of lavender paper. Written on the front in lovely script was:
"Cher Fleur,
"Le directeur nous avait donné la permission de vous rendre visite chez Hogwarts pour Noël. Nous pourrons vous voir après tant de mois! Nous arriverons le jour après que tous les étudiants partent.
"Amour toujours, votre mère."
With a smile, Fleur flipped it over, sure of what she'd find. Sure enough, a second letter in very untidy printing read:
"Cher Fleur,
"Nous venons pour Noël! Vous aimerez ce que je vous ai obtenu pour un présent! Je m'ennuie de vous!
"Gabrielle."
Too happy to finish eating, Fleur folded up the letter and thrust it into a pocket as she got up from the table and practically bounced all the way to her room. Just outside the portrait covering the door stood Dumbledore, waiting patiently.
He smiled when he saw her. "Ah! I see I don't need to tell you about your family."
"Zey just sent me a lettair!" she said happily. She gave him an impulsive hug. "Zank you, 'Eadmastair!"
"No trouble at all, my dear," he replied, patting her shoulder as she pulled away. "Consider it my Christmas present to you."
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Two days later, Fleur was happily showing her mother and sister around the castle. Not surprisingly, her father had decided to stay at the hotel in Muggle London, preferring not to see his eldest daughter. Fleur didn't really care.
Gabrielle was completely fascinated by everything. She was so intrigued, in fact, that she asked their mother if she could stay with Fleur until Christmas. Their mother had smiled and said yes.
That evening, after their mother had left, Gabrielle happily followed Fleur into the Great Hall. She'd seen it once before, but not bedecked in Christmas splendor. "Fleur, il est si joli!"
"N'est-il pas?" Fleur took Gabrielle by the hand and led her towards her seat. Flitwick had gone away for Christmas, so his seat was empty. It was perfect for Gabrielle, who was only eight and still rather small.
Dumbledore looked over and smiled at them. "Well! I do believe I perceive two De'Lacours this evening. What a pleasant surprise!"
"She weell be staying with me in my rooms until Chreestmas eef zat is alright, 'Eadmastair," Fleur replied.
"Perfectly alright!"
Gabrielle waved happily at him. "Bonjour again, Monsieur 'Eadmastair!" she chirped. She'd been introduced to him last year.
Like Fleur, Gabrielle did not much care for British cuisine, so Fleur split her dinner with the child, promising her they'd visit the kitchens later. After they were finished eating, however, Snape finally put in an appearance.
"Oh, no," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as they got up. He had just come out from the door behind them. "Two of you."
"Good evening, Professor Snape," Fleur said cordially, ignoring his comment. "May I introduce my little sister, Gabrielle?" She pushed her sister forward. "Gabrielle, ceci est les breuvages magiques maître, professeur Snape."
Gabrielle made a face before turning to look at Fleur. "Il doit se laver les cheveux."
Fleur quickly looked up at Snape. She didn't know how much French he knew, but from his expression, he knew enough to understand what Gabrielle said. "Allons, Gabrielle. Allons voient la maison-elves, maintenant." With that, she took Gabrielle's hand and practically ran out of the Great Hall.
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End of Chapter Ten
For all those who do speak French, forgive me if I got grammar or punctuation wrong. I pretty much assume that the website I used spelled every word right, but I don't speak French at all, so I wouldn't know.
....
Do you know it's only now just occurred to me to say that none of the characters in this story belong to me? They belong to J.K. Rowling. This is typical of myself in daily life....
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Ten By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur ran her fingers over the head of the tawny owl as it dropped the letter it carried into her hand. It closed its eyes blissfully, and then hooted to her before it flew off. Ignoring the rest of her croissant, she opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of lavender paper. Written on the front in lovely script was:
"Cher Fleur,
"Le directeur nous avait donné la permission de vous rendre visite chez Hogwarts pour Noël. Nous pourrons vous voir après tant de mois! Nous arriverons le jour après que tous les étudiants partent.
"Amour toujours, votre mère."
With a smile, Fleur flipped it over, sure of what she'd find. Sure enough, a second letter in very untidy printing read:
"Cher Fleur,
"Nous venons pour Noël! Vous aimerez ce que je vous ai obtenu pour un présent! Je m'ennuie de vous!
"Gabrielle."
Too happy to finish eating, Fleur folded up the letter and thrust it into a pocket as she got up from the table and practically bounced all the way to her room. Just outside the portrait covering the door stood Dumbledore, waiting patiently.
He smiled when he saw her. "Ah! I see I don't need to tell you about your family."
"Zey just sent me a lettair!" she said happily. She gave him an impulsive hug. "Zank you, 'Eadmastair!"
"No trouble at all, my dear," he replied, patting her shoulder as she pulled away. "Consider it my Christmas present to you."
@
Two days later, Fleur was happily showing her mother and sister around the castle. Not surprisingly, her father had decided to stay at the hotel in Muggle London, preferring not to see his eldest daughter. Fleur didn't really care.
Gabrielle was completely fascinated by everything. She was so intrigued, in fact, that she asked their mother if she could stay with Fleur until Christmas. Their mother had smiled and said yes.
That evening, after their mother had left, Gabrielle happily followed Fleur into the Great Hall. She'd seen it once before, but not bedecked in Christmas splendor. "Fleur, il est si joli!"
"N'est-il pas?" Fleur took Gabrielle by the hand and led her towards her seat. Flitwick had gone away for Christmas, so his seat was empty. It was perfect for Gabrielle, who was only eight and still rather small.
Dumbledore looked over and smiled at them. "Well! I do believe I perceive two De'Lacours this evening. What a pleasant surprise!"
"She weell be staying with me in my rooms until Chreestmas eef zat is alright, 'Eadmastair," Fleur replied.
"Perfectly alright!"
Gabrielle waved happily at him. "Bonjour again, Monsieur 'Eadmastair!" she chirped. She'd been introduced to him last year.
Like Fleur, Gabrielle did not much care for British cuisine, so Fleur split her dinner with the child, promising her they'd visit the kitchens later. After they were finished eating, however, Snape finally put in an appearance.
"Oh, no," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as they got up. He had just come out from the door behind them. "Two of you."
"Good evening, Professor Snape," Fleur said cordially, ignoring his comment. "May I introduce my little sister, Gabrielle?" She pushed her sister forward. "Gabrielle, ceci est les breuvages magiques maître, professeur Snape."
Gabrielle made a face before turning to look at Fleur. "Il doit se laver les cheveux."
Fleur quickly looked up at Snape. She didn't know how much French he knew, but from his expression, he knew enough to understand what Gabrielle said. "Allons, Gabrielle. Allons voient la maison-elves, maintenant." With that, she took Gabrielle's hand and practically ran out of the Great Hall.
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End of Chapter Ten