The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Twelve
By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur woke up and looked around. Gabrielle, who had talked their mother into letting her stay with Fleur just one more night, was sitting on the floor in her nightdress, drawing on the back of a ruined piece of parchment with a bunch of crayons. She looked up and smiled. "Regardez, Fleur!" she chirped, holding it up. "Je vous ai dessiné et le graisseux cheveux l'homme! J'ai également dessiné l'homme effrayant et son chat!"
She had indeed, and she'd done it in that innocent style that only young children could manage. She'd drawn Fleur in a white dress and seemed to have added Snape as an afterthought, making it look as if he was holding Fleur's hand. His nose seemed to be drawn abnormally large. In the background stood what must've been Filch and Mrs. Norris; Fleur assumed it was them since Filch looked to be growling and Mrs. Norris was drawn with her back arched and the word "hss" coming from her mouth.
"C'est... très bon, Gabrielle." She sat up, her eyes falling on the Mirror of Erised. It was still covered on the cloth she'd conjured months ago. It felt like years. "Gabrielle, veulent voir quelque chose stupéfier?"
"Oui, oui!"
Fleur got out of bed and took the cloth off the mirror. Gabrielle was also part veela, so it would not affect her that much. "Que voyez- vous?"
Gabrielle blinked, then clapped her hands and giggled. "C'est vous et mama!"
Fleur grinned. "Est-ce que ce n'est pas intéressant?"
"Oui! Oui!" Gabrielle grinned back. "Vous êtes dans une robe de mariage!"
Fleur wondered at that as she draped the cloth over the mirror once more, and then shrugged. "Venez. Allons prennent le petit déjeuner."
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After they ate, Fleur reluctantly returned Gabrielle to the hotel. She had a bad feeling, but figured it was only her imagination. After promising Gabrielle that they'd go shopping together the next day, Fleur returned to Hogwarts so that she could prepare for her classes, which began again next week.
As she tried to read her writing, her attention kept drifting back to Gabrielle. What's wrong? She thought. Why do I have such a bad feeling?
After an hour, she gave up all pretense of working and proceeded to pace. This was what she was doing when Dumbledore entered the room, another wizard right behind him. She looked from one to the other. "'Eadmastair?"
"Fleur, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Dumbledore said seriously. "It's about your family."
She only stared. "What about zem?"
The other wizard shifted uncomfortably. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," was all he said.
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End of Chapter Twelve.
Fleur woke up and looked around. Gabrielle, who had talked their mother into letting her stay with Fleur just one more night, was sitting on the floor in her nightdress, drawing on the back of a ruined piece of parchment with a bunch of crayons. She looked up and smiled. "Regardez, Fleur!" she chirped, holding it up. "Je vous ai dessiné et le graisseux cheveux l'homme! J'ai également dessiné l'homme effrayant et son chat!"
She had indeed, and she'd done it in that innocent style that only young children could manage. She'd drawn Fleur in a white dress and seemed to have added Snape as an afterthought, making it look as if he was holding Fleur's hand. His nose seemed to be drawn abnormally large. In the background stood what must've been Filch and Mrs. Norris; Fleur assumed it was them since Filch looked to be growling and Mrs. Norris was drawn with her back arched and the word "hss" coming from her mouth.
"C'est... très bon, Gabrielle." She sat up, her eyes falling on the Mirror of Erised. It was still covered on the cloth she'd conjured months ago. It felt like years. "Gabrielle, veulent voir quelque chose stupéfier?"
"Oui, oui!"
Fleur got out of bed and took the cloth off the mirror. Gabrielle was also part veela, so it would not affect her that much. "Que voyez- vous?"
Gabrielle blinked, then clapped her hands and giggled. "C'est vous et mama!"
Fleur grinned. "Est-ce que ce n'est pas intéressant?"
"Oui! Oui!" Gabrielle grinned back. "Vous êtes dans une robe de mariage!"
Fleur wondered at that as she draped the cloth over the mirror once more, and then shrugged. "Venez. Allons prennent le petit déjeuner."
@
After they ate, Fleur reluctantly returned Gabrielle to the hotel. She had a bad feeling, but figured it was only her imagination. After promising Gabrielle that they'd go shopping together the next day, Fleur returned to Hogwarts so that she could prepare for her classes, which began again next week.
As she tried to read her writing, her attention kept drifting back to Gabrielle. What's wrong? She thought. Why do I have such a bad feeling?
After an hour, she gave up all pretense of working and proceeded to pace. This was what she was doing when Dumbledore entered the room, another wizard right behind him. She looked from one to the other. "'Eadmastair?"
"Fleur, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Dumbledore said seriously. "It's about your family."
She only stared. "What about zem?"
The other wizard shifted uncomfortably. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," was all he said.
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End of Chapter Twelve.