Ever been partway through something and only then realized there was a
pattern to it? I've only just now realized that I've written this story so
that the odd chapters are written from Snape's point of view and that the
even chapters are written from Fleur's point of view. Strange, no?
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Eleven By Jewel Little Bird
Snape and Filch walked down the hall, side by side, saying nothing. They didn't need to, not after all these years. They hadn't said everything there was to say, but sometimes, mutual silence was needed.
Some sort of commotion in the next ajoining hall disturbed it. Figuring it was some students stuck at the school for the holidays set on creating some form of trouble on Christmas day, the two hurried and took the turn, only to stop in surprise.
They'd accidentally intruded on a family squabble.
Fleur was there, arguing with a man that could only be her father. Nearby stood Gabrielle and her mother, obviously not wanting to be there but not exactly having any choice. "Pére, Engendrez-vous, pourquoi insistez-vous toujours pour faire ceci?" Fleur snapped at her father. "Noël est censé être un jour pour l'amusement!"
"Noël est censé être dépensé avec la famille," her father replied coldly. "Que devrait-il importer si nous jouons des jeux ou allons à un restaurant agréable pour le dîner?"
"Oui, et forcez-nous à être l'en public! Nous devrions être ensemble, oui, moi sommes d'accord avec celui, mais nous devrions être quelque part privés où nous pouvons parler entre eux sans inquiéter ce quelqu'un écoute à la prochaine table!"
"Mon mot est final, Fleur."
Fleur glanced over, looking harried, but quickly smiled when she saw the rather uncomfortable Snape and Filch. "Ah! My two friends!"
Snape glanced at Filch, who did the same. What was she up to?
"Mère, Père, peut je présenter les breuvages magiques maître, professeur Severus Snape, et le gardien, Argus Filch." Mrs. Norris meowed. "Ah, oui, et c'est le chat d'Argus, Mme. Norris." She beamed at Snape and Filch, both of whom had hidden their emotions enough times to hide their surprise and confusion now. "Severus, Argus, these are my parents, Michelle and George De'Lacour."
"Charmed," Snape and Filch said flatly, in perfect unison.
Michelle De'Lacour smiled. "Plesed to met yoo boz," she said politely in clipped English.
George De'Lacour could've been a stone statue for all the reastion he made. His blond hair and piercing eyes revealed where Fleur and Gabrielle had gotten their veela blood. He didn't seem surprised that Snape and Filch were glaring at him, nor did he seem to care that Mrs. Norris looked like she'd fly into him and claw off his face if he moved wrong.
After a tense moment, he finally nodded to them, and took his wife's hand. "Fleur, Gabrielle, venez. Nous devons obtenir de nouveau à l'hôtel, soyons alors sur notre chemin au restaurant."
"Oui, Pére," Fleur replied genteelly, managing to make "pére" sound like an insult.
As the four of them moved off, Filch leaned towards Snape. "You know, I thought I hated Fleur. I like her father even less."
Snape nodded. "I know." He watched as they disappeared around a corner. "There doesn't seem to be any love lost between the two of them, does there?"
Filch shook his head. "Nope." He looked down at Mrs. Norris, who was pressing against his leg and growling as she stared at where George De'Lacour had disappeared from sight. "He's gone, my sweet. No need to worry."
Snape felt a chill run down his spine. He'd gone, she's gone, they're all gone, Professor Trelawny's voice seemed to say inside his head.
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End of Chapter Eleven
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Eleven By Jewel Little Bird
Snape and Filch walked down the hall, side by side, saying nothing. They didn't need to, not after all these years. They hadn't said everything there was to say, but sometimes, mutual silence was needed.
Some sort of commotion in the next ajoining hall disturbed it. Figuring it was some students stuck at the school for the holidays set on creating some form of trouble on Christmas day, the two hurried and took the turn, only to stop in surprise.
They'd accidentally intruded on a family squabble.
Fleur was there, arguing with a man that could only be her father. Nearby stood Gabrielle and her mother, obviously not wanting to be there but not exactly having any choice. "Pére, Engendrez-vous, pourquoi insistez-vous toujours pour faire ceci?" Fleur snapped at her father. "Noël est censé être un jour pour l'amusement!"
"Noël est censé être dépensé avec la famille," her father replied coldly. "Que devrait-il importer si nous jouons des jeux ou allons à un restaurant agréable pour le dîner?"
"Oui, et forcez-nous à être l'en public! Nous devrions être ensemble, oui, moi sommes d'accord avec celui, mais nous devrions être quelque part privés où nous pouvons parler entre eux sans inquiéter ce quelqu'un écoute à la prochaine table!"
"Mon mot est final, Fleur."
Fleur glanced over, looking harried, but quickly smiled when she saw the rather uncomfortable Snape and Filch. "Ah! My two friends!"
Snape glanced at Filch, who did the same. What was she up to?
"Mère, Père, peut je présenter les breuvages magiques maître, professeur Severus Snape, et le gardien, Argus Filch." Mrs. Norris meowed. "Ah, oui, et c'est le chat d'Argus, Mme. Norris." She beamed at Snape and Filch, both of whom had hidden their emotions enough times to hide their surprise and confusion now. "Severus, Argus, these are my parents, Michelle and George De'Lacour."
"Charmed," Snape and Filch said flatly, in perfect unison.
Michelle De'Lacour smiled. "Plesed to met yoo boz," she said politely in clipped English.
George De'Lacour could've been a stone statue for all the reastion he made. His blond hair and piercing eyes revealed where Fleur and Gabrielle had gotten their veela blood. He didn't seem surprised that Snape and Filch were glaring at him, nor did he seem to care that Mrs. Norris looked like she'd fly into him and claw off his face if he moved wrong.
After a tense moment, he finally nodded to them, and took his wife's hand. "Fleur, Gabrielle, venez. Nous devons obtenir de nouveau à l'hôtel, soyons alors sur notre chemin au restaurant."
"Oui, Pére," Fleur replied genteelly, managing to make "pére" sound like an insult.
As the four of them moved off, Filch leaned towards Snape. "You know, I thought I hated Fleur. I like her father even less."
Snape nodded. "I know." He watched as they disappeared around a corner. "There doesn't seem to be any love lost between the two of them, does there?"
Filch shook his head. "Nope." He looked down at Mrs. Norris, who was pressing against his leg and growling as she stared at where George De'Lacour had disappeared from sight. "He's gone, my sweet. No need to worry."
Snape felt a chill run down his spine. He'd gone, she's gone, they're all gone, Professor Trelawny's voice seemed to say inside his head.
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End of Chapter Eleven