A/N: I hope you like this chapter, i'm sorry i didn't update sooner, my life is hectic right now!
Disclaimer: not mine
Chapter eight.
How is it that James and my break-up spread so quickly? It only happened like fifteen minutes ago and already several people have come up to me asking if I think they have a chance with James, including two guys.
How many have asked you out?
Two.
Who?
Brock Harris and Jason Feldman.
Eww. Jason Feldman? You know he once asked me if I would lend him a quill, and I asked why he needed mine when he had one in his hand and he said 'oh, there's a persistent boogie in my nose and I don't want to get my one dirty.'
Yes, he's a twerp.
What about Nathan?
What about him?
You have a date with him on Saturday.
Oh shit, I do. Oh well, I'll figure something out.
Like what?
I don't know. James is bound to have another girl by Saturday, so why can't I?
What? Have another girl by Saturday? Lils, is there something you're not telling me?
You know what I mean, why can't I have another guy by Saturday?
It would be fair but I'm still against it.
Okay. How are things with Belle?
She's good, she said she understands some English; she exaggerated a bit. She knows a few phrases, but she can't really pronounce them or read them very well. So Dumbledore asked me to give her lessons, as if she isn't already a pain in the butt, now I have to teach her English.
Not to mention she forgets everyone's names.
Except Sirius.
Yeah well we'll have to keep our eye on her when she's around him, Emma will not be pleased if she finds out some model-type French girl has moved in on her guy. Does Belle even know that he has a girlfriend?
Yeah, but I think she has decided to forget that piece of information. I hate to say it, but I think she's used to getting what she wants when it comes to guys.
What do you mean?
Well, I think she's a veela, or at least partly so.
How do you know?
When my parents were alive, they took me on holiday to France a few times. We stayed in this really nice hotel in Nice, and her Uncle William Delacour owned it. I remember her and her cousin prancing around the place as if they were the royal family. At this time I didn't even know they were magic too.
How does that explain how you know that she's a veela?
Just wait, I'm getting there!
Sorry.
Anyway, her Aunt Katrine was always strutting about the place like a snob trying to make everyone look at her, even my dad. I was an only child and I had to entertain myself while my parents were in the dining room, so one night I decided to go right up to the top of the building, so I ran up all the flights of stairs in the fire escape.
How many were there?
Thirty-three
That's your idea of fun?
I was seven years old; I had too much energy. So anyway, I got to the top of the building and walked along the small corridor and when I reached the end, I saw that the door to the penthouse suite was slightly open. I saw Belle and Katrine sitting on the bed and Belle was saying, 'Ainsi vous faites les hommes comme vous ainsi ils vous donnent tout?'
And Katrine said, 'Oui chéri, comment me pensez-vous avez obtenu l'homme le plus riche à Nice?'
'Et vous m'enseignerez ceci?' Belle asked, and Katrine nodded,
In English that basically means that belle said, 'so you make the men like you so they give you everything?'
And Katrine said, 'Yes darling, how do you think I got the richest man in Nice?'
'And you will teach me this?' Belle asked.
Oh, right. Well then she probably is a veela, we'll need to watch her.
Derr!
Ellie?
What?
No need to be rude. We is needing to go and learn some more English now.
Yeah, you can go and I'll meet you down there in ten minutes.
All right, I will see you by the beech tree near the lake.
The beech tree? We normally go to the library.
Yes, but the nice looking boys are sitting near beech tree. We must flirt with them no?
No! They are not free to be flirted with; they are our boys.
Exactly, no one else but us!
Not you, they are Lily's, Emma's and my boys.
Oh, fermezla bouche Ellie! I'll see you down there.
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She just told me to shut my mouth!
We all know she's a bitch.
So she can write pretty good English but she can't manage to speak it! She is going to drive me bananas!
Don't worry you only have to put up with her for another six weeks.
Six weeks! I may as well go and hang myself now! Goodbye cruel world!
a/n: now don't bag my french, it's a little rusty so i'm not too sure if the phrases are correct... oh well!
please review.
signing out,
pinocchio
