The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Thirty
By Jewel Little Bird
Muggles were brilliant, Fleur could not deny it; creating something that could fly without the use of magic was pure genius. However, she never wanted to fly in an airplane again if she could help it.
She walked into Logan airport, which was somewhere in Muggle Boston, thinking the Muggles were looking at her because she'd turned a nasty shade of green. In reality, the Muggles were amazed at the beautiful woman who made her way to the luggage claim, looking as if she were royalty.
As she stood waiting for her suitcase, the person she was to meet finally made an appearance. "Fleuh! Hey, Fleuh!" A dirty-blond young woman came running up to her. "You'ah finally he'ah!" She had a Boston accent: the ability to say "ah" instead of "ar"... and then some.
Fleur smiled at her. "Bonjour, Neecole. I told you we'd get to meet one day."
Nicole Takewitha grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Yeah, and I remembah sayin' I didn't think we would. Yah win!" She grabbed Fleur's suitcase as it passed on the conveyer belt. "Yah can stay at my place while yah look for you'ah own. I've got some movies we can watch and I can teach yah how to play some of those video games that yah wanted to know about." She hefted the suitcase over her shoulder with ease and started off. Fleur docilly followed. "Whose the fathah?"
Fleur giggled. "Is it really zat noticeable already?"
"Only fah someone who is use to seeing pregnant women. Seems everyone in my family 'cept me ah breeding like rabbits. Yah get to notice it without thinkin' after a while." Nicole hooked her arm through Fleur's. "Come on, let's go to one of the restahrants and grab somethin' to eat. I'm stahved, and I'm shah that you'ah goin' to be famished."
"A little."
"So, whose the fathah?"
Fleur's smile became wistful. "Someone I said I would wait for because I love 'im. 'E could not come because 'e 'as dangerous work to do, and I would be in danger eef I stayed. I'm going to miss 'im."
"So, you'ah basically goin' to be raisin' this kid by you'ah'self?"
"Oui."
"If that's the case, then it's a good thin' yah came to me. I know everythin' about babies; I'm constantly babysittin' my nieces and nephews. I know the best hospitals to go to and the best thin's to do that will keep you and the baby healthy." Something seemed to occur to Nicole. "Are yah goin' to need a job?"
"I do not zink so; when my pére and mére died, zey left everyzing to me in zeir will," including the guardianship of Gabrielle, Fleur added mentally, "and it is about... five million of your American dollars, I believe. I did ze calculations on ze airplane."
Nicole let out a low whistle. "Thank God I'm happy bein' in the middle class," she said to herself. She gave Fleur a stern look. "Don't yah go tellin' anyone yah've got that kind of money. It could get yah killed, undahstand?"
Fleur grinned. "I only look stupeed."
"Good. Fahst thin's fahst: yah put that money in a bank, then...." Nicole continued on, telling Fleur all the things she needed to know about settling down in the United States.
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End of Chapter Thirty
Muggles were brilliant, Fleur could not deny it; creating something that could fly without the use of magic was pure genius. However, she never wanted to fly in an airplane again if she could help it.
She walked into Logan airport, which was somewhere in Muggle Boston, thinking the Muggles were looking at her because she'd turned a nasty shade of green. In reality, the Muggles were amazed at the beautiful woman who made her way to the luggage claim, looking as if she were royalty.
As she stood waiting for her suitcase, the person she was to meet finally made an appearance. "Fleuh! Hey, Fleuh!" A dirty-blond young woman came running up to her. "You'ah finally he'ah!" She had a Boston accent: the ability to say "ah" instead of "ar"... and then some.
Fleur smiled at her. "Bonjour, Neecole. I told you we'd get to meet one day."
Nicole Takewitha grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Yeah, and I remembah sayin' I didn't think we would. Yah win!" She grabbed Fleur's suitcase as it passed on the conveyer belt. "Yah can stay at my place while yah look for you'ah own. I've got some movies we can watch and I can teach yah how to play some of those video games that yah wanted to know about." She hefted the suitcase over her shoulder with ease and started off. Fleur docilly followed. "Whose the fathah?"
Fleur giggled. "Is it really zat noticeable already?"
"Only fah someone who is use to seeing pregnant women. Seems everyone in my family 'cept me ah breeding like rabbits. Yah get to notice it without thinkin' after a while." Nicole hooked her arm through Fleur's. "Come on, let's go to one of the restahrants and grab somethin' to eat. I'm stahved, and I'm shah that you'ah goin' to be famished."
"A little."
"So, whose the fathah?"
Fleur's smile became wistful. "Someone I said I would wait for because I love 'im. 'E could not come because 'e 'as dangerous work to do, and I would be in danger eef I stayed. I'm going to miss 'im."
"So, you'ah basically goin' to be raisin' this kid by you'ah'self?"
"Oui."
"If that's the case, then it's a good thin' yah came to me. I know everythin' about babies; I'm constantly babysittin' my nieces and nephews. I know the best hospitals to go to and the best thin's to do that will keep you and the baby healthy." Something seemed to occur to Nicole. "Are yah goin' to need a job?"
"I do not zink so; when my pére and mére died, zey left everyzing to me in zeir will," including the guardianship of Gabrielle, Fleur added mentally, "and it is about... five million of your American dollars, I believe. I did ze calculations on ze airplane."
Nicole let out a low whistle. "Thank God I'm happy bein' in the middle class," she said to herself. She gave Fleur a stern look. "Don't yah go tellin' anyone yah've got that kind of money. It could get yah killed, undahstand?"
Fleur grinned. "I only look stupeed."
"Good. Fahst thin's fahst: yah put that money in a bank, then...." Nicole continued on, telling Fleur all the things she needed to know about settling down in the United States.
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End of Chapter Thirty