Fleur Delacour took a long sip of coffee. She swallowed slowly, gracefully, as the hot liquid seeped down her throat. Ah. How refreshing. She lazily tied her long, silvery blonde hair into a high ponytail, set her empty coffee mug down on a counter and grabbed her wand. And then, in the blink of an eye, in the beat of a heart, in the twitter of a bird, she Apparated.
With a loud pop, Fleur Delacour appeared in her little cubicle in the Auror headquarters. She looked around, disgruntled, at the tiny space she was given. How was Fleur Delacour, star Auror, supposed to work in this sorry excuse for an office?
"Delacour!" bellowed her boss, Mr. Ziffengaffen.
"Yes, Mister Ziffengaffen?"
"Here," he said roughly, shoving a sheet of parchment into her hand. Ah. It looked like a report. Fleur noticed with red anger that Mr. Ziffengaffen was admiring her in her new black robes.
"Mister Ziffengaffen, if a man named Bill Weasley comes in, show him to my office, will you? He's, you know, my fiance."
Ziffengaffen's face went white. He had never liked Bill Weasley much, especially now that he was dating Fleur, the caliente little chica.
"Ahem. Of course," he stammered, "Yes. Well. The report, right. Alastor Moody...er, Mad-Eye, you know...called in. Says there was an intruder in his kitchen, that he sensed some dangerous dark magic. Check it out, will you?"
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. Fleur closed her eyes in a daydream. She remembered his face so well, though it had been over five years ago when she had seen him last, at the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. There was something about Moody that Fleur could not place. What was it about him - his grizzled mane, knarled features, numerous scars, odd magical eye - that made her stomach tie itself in knots? Fleur wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Bill," she told herself firmly, "Just think of Bill."
*
Fleur soon apparated to the lonesome house in which Mad-Eye Moody resided. It made Fleur sad. It seemed so lonely, so deprived of love and life...she thought she would like to be able to fix that, but told herself sternly that she loved Bill and Bill loved her.
"Hello?" she called, "Mr. Moody? Are you home?"
"Oh," came a gruff voice, "In the sitting room."
Fleur was quite shocked when she walked into the sitting room and saw Alastor Moody lounging in a spiffing tuxedo. She frowned, wondering why he would be wearing such an odd invention of Muggle fashion. She shrugged and supposed it was none of her business.
"Alright, Mr. Moody," she said professionally, "Tell me, what exactly happened."
Moody fidgeted. Fleur figured it was because of his ordeal but in reality it was for a much different reason. "I was sleeping. And I heard noises, coming from my kitchen. Which is no big deal, usually, sometimes I just hear things, see? So I get out of bed, and all my Dark Detectors are going haywire! I keep them in my bedroom for safety. So, I go down to the kitchen and it's all in disarray - I'll show you - but they had left by that time."
Fleur nodded as she took notes.
"But I'll tell you, Miss Delacour, whoever it was is dangerous. I
reckon they were trying to finish me off for good."
Fleur frowned. "I didn't tell you my name."
Moody's weathered face softened - was Fleur imagining it? "I knew."
*
Fleur left Moody's as soon as she could. She didn't trust herself around that sexy beast of a man. Flustered, she walked hurriedly back to her sad little cubicle where Bill waited for her, lounging in her leather chair and twiddling his thumbs. God, he looked pretty fine himself.
"Fleur," he greeted, standing and kissing her on the cheek. Fleur stiffened. She wasn't sure why. She had never felt this...well, violated when Bill kissed her before. She frowned and tried desperately to keep Moody from her mind.
"Hello Bill," she said. Why did she sound so cold?
"Lunch?"
"Sure, just a sec," said Fleur, "Listen, do you know Mad-Eye Moody?"
"Ol' Mad-Eye? Yeah, kinda."
"Has he - has he ever been - been...married?" Fleur tried to sound casual but failed miserably.
"I think, maybe. Decades ago...I think she died of a snake bite. Some Dark wizard set a snake after him and got his wife instead. Her name was Murphy," he said. Suddenly his voice got sharper, more suspicious. "Why?"
"No reason," Fleur said quickly. Too quickly. She kissed Bill quickly to hide her nervousness. "Well, let's go to lunch, then."
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A/N: Yo yo yo! This is Lily and Mara and we so hope that if you bothered to read this that you'll review! Mwah!
With a loud pop, Fleur Delacour appeared in her little cubicle in the Auror headquarters. She looked around, disgruntled, at the tiny space she was given. How was Fleur Delacour, star Auror, supposed to work in this sorry excuse for an office?
"Delacour!" bellowed her boss, Mr. Ziffengaffen.
"Yes, Mister Ziffengaffen?"
"Here," he said roughly, shoving a sheet of parchment into her hand. Ah. It looked like a report. Fleur noticed with red anger that Mr. Ziffengaffen was admiring her in her new black robes.
"Mister Ziffengaffen, if a man named Bill Weasley comes in, show him to my office, will you? He's, you know, my fiance."
Ziffengaffen's face went white. He had never liked Bill Weasley much, especially now that he was dating Fleur, the caliente little chica.
"Ahem. Of course," he stammered, "Yes. Well. The report, right. Alastor Moody...er, Mad-Eye, you know...called in. Says there was an intruder in his kitchen, that he sensed some dangerous dark magic. Check it out, will you?"
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. Fleur closed her eyes in a daydream. She remembered his face so well, though it had been over five years ago when she had seen him last, at the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. There was something about Moody that Fleur could not place. What was it about him - his grizzled mane, knarled features, numerous scars, odd magical eye - that made her stomach tie itself in knots? Fleur wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Bill," she told herself firmly, "Just think of Bill."
*
Fleur soon apparated to the lonesome house in which Mad-Eye Moody resided. It made Fleur sad. It seemed so lonely, so deprived of love and life...she thought she would like to be able to fix that, but told herself sternly that she loved Bill and Bill loved her.
"Hello?" she called, "Mr. Moody? Are you home?"
"Oh," came a gruff voice, "In the sitting room."
Fleur was quite shocked when she walked into the sitting room and saw Alastor Moody lounging in a spiffing tuxedo. She frowned, wondering why he would be wearing such an odd invention of Muggle fashion. She shrugged and supposed it was none of her business.
"Alright, Mr. Moody," she said professionally, "Tell me, what exactly happened."
Moody fidgeted. Fleur figured it was because of his ordeal but in reality it was for a much different reason. "I was sleeping. And I heard noises, coming from my kitchen. Which is no big deal, usually, sometimes I just hear things, see? So I get out of bed, and all my Dark Detectors are going haywire! I keep them in my bedroom for safety. So, I go down to the kitchen and it's all in disarray - I'll show you - but they had left by that time."
Fleur nodded as she took notes.
"But I'll tell you, Miss Delacour, whoever it was is dangerous. I
reckon they were trying to finish me off for good."
Fleur frowned. "I didn't tell you my name."
Moody's weathered face softened - was Fleur imagining it? "I knew."
*
Fleur left Moody's as soon as she could. She didn't trust herself around that sexy beast of a man. Flustered, she walked hurriedly back to her sad little cubicle where Bill waited for her, lounging in her leather chair and twiddling his thumbs. God, he looked pretty fine himself.
"Fleur," he greeted, standing and kissing her on the cheek. Fleur stiffened. She wasn't sure why. She had never felt this...well, violated when Bill kissed her before. She frowned and tried desperately to keep Moody from her mind.
"Hello Bill," she said. Why did she sound so cold?
"Lunch?"
"Sure, just a sec," said Fleur, "Listen, do you know Mad-Eye Moody?"
"Ol' Mad-Eye? Yeah, kinda."
"Has he - has he ever been - been...married?" Fleur tried to sound casual but failed miserably.
"I think, maybe. Decades ago...I think she died of a snake bite. Some Dark wizard set a snake after him and got his wife instead. Her name was Murphy," he said. Suddenly his voice got sharper, more suspicious. "Why?"
"No reason," Fleur said quickly. Too quickly. She kissed Bill quickly to hide her nervousness. "Well, let's go to lunch, then."
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A/N: Yo yo yo! This is Lily and Mara and we so hope that if you bothered to read this that you'll review! Mwah!