Perpetual Nonsense AN: Guess who's back back back. Back again gain gain. Strike is back back back. Tell a friend. Nonsense is back. Fran is back. We are back. Da nun nun dun dun dun. I apologize . . . This quarantine is making me weirder with each passing day. Anyways, let's pretend that didn't happen XD I'm so happy we're finally putting up something new for Strike! It took Fran telling me we need to update by Christmas to get a fire under my ass haha Luckily, it did not take eight more months to get this out XD We're skipping over replying to reviews in this chapter, because it's been so long and I'm pretty sure most of you forgot what you reviewed anyway, but I super swear we will do it next time! Now, for my own personal song selection for the chapter I kept with the classical music theme. I was listening to Prelude in C Sharp Minor by Rachmaninoff. It's so dark and ugh, so *enter chef's kiss here* for this chapter. I'll shut up now, because I'm sure Fran will murder me if I keep rambling like an idiot haha Hope you guys enjoy the latest installment of our Greek tragedy. Oh! And side note, this whole chapter, they're all talking in French so that is why the accent isn't present. We also didn't put the convo in bold and italics to show they're talking in French in this one, because we felt like it would be way too annoying to have all that bold on the screen lol And now, I'll pass it off to Fran for the weather report.
Fran A/N: *reads through nonsense's literal nonsense* ahem, hi guys long time no see. Since we are on this lock down [I moved to Spain in December so yeah...] I basically annoyed Nonsense so we could update Strike. I decided to start writing again as a way to shoo depression and also because it's hella fun. I haven't written much due to reasons, but let's not dwell on that and just enjoy our unleashed madness. We started planning the outline for the next chap although we need to sit and write.
Enjoy!
5.- The brunch from hell
"Make it stop" a blonde moaned annoyed at the pecking on her window. Her head throbbed and that irritating noise was getting on her nerves.
Maybe I drank too much wine.
"It's from mémère" Cecile commented while unrolling the parchment and frowned at the message "she wants us to be home for brunch, today."
"Merde," Fleur sighed with annoyance before taking the parchment from her cousin's hands and giving it a quick read "as if I wanted to deal with the entire family and pretend that we are all a happy bunch." The heiress rubbed her temples as a way to placate her imminent headache.
"Here." Cecile handed her a potion to fight her hangover.
"Merci," Fleur replied before uncorking the vial and drinking it in two big gulps. The relief washed over her a few seconds later and everything looked less bright "I guess we need to get ready." The heiress whispered whilst letting her robe slide down and pool at her feet before heading to her bathroom with nothing more than her towel over one shoulder.
"This is going to be a pain," Cecile said to no one in particular before walking to the other bathroom to get ready, as well.
"Hurry up, you slowpoke!" Gabrielle shouted at her cousin that was trying to catch up with the smaller blonde. "I don't wanna get caught by grand-mère."
"Comin.g" Colette wiped the sweat from her brow before jogging towards her cousin. "These shoes are the worst to be walking in all this snow."
"True," Gabrielle raised one of her legs to admire her snow-covered ankle strap pumps "but you have to recognize that they look fabulous." Both witches giggled and kept walking until they passed the wards and finally saw the cabins.
"We made it!" Gabrielle slammed the door open and entered the cabin with a little skip before discarding her high heels and thick coat that was soon joined by her cousin's.
"I am glad that we got here before grand-mère found out." Colette sighed in relief with a smile.
"So, girls," a voice coming from the other side of the living room made the two girls jump in surprise "are you going to tell me where you were all night?" The stern voice of Josephine Delacour stated in a cold tone that made the younger veela shiver.
"Merde, so much for not being caught," Gabrielle whispered to her cousin that lowered her head guiltily. "Grand-mère we can explain . . ."
"Save it for brunch." Josephine raised her hand to silence her youngest granddaughter. "Now go and get ready, we will leave in an hour."
"Yes, grand-mère." Colette replied before walking away briskly.
"Fine." Gabrielle rolled her eyes and headed to her room to shower.
Just like all Sundays, and after releasing the two cousins from the northern cabins, Gabrielle and Colette joined the rest of the Delacour home for their traditional brunch.
"Well, we are almost complete." A soft pop was heard and the regal form of Fleur Delacour appeared behind the glass doors that led to the garden of the Delacour villa. "Now that we are all here, we can eat brunch like a family," Josephine stated while observing how her oldest granddaughter took a seat as far away from her as possible.
"It's so good to have all the family together." Antoinette rubbed her wife's arm before turning to look at her daughters and offspring.
"Yes, it is." Collette smiled nervously, pointedly trying to avoid the scathing look Josephine was sending her and Gabrielle's way. The matriarch had hardly said two words to her and the youngest Delacour after catching them red-handed. She had expected more of a scolding and wasn't as sure as the aloof girl next to her that they had gotten away scot-free.
"Where are the mimosas?" Gabrielle whined petulantly, seemingly unfazed by her grandmother's disapproving looks.
Josephine sharp glare redirected to the impatient woman. "I think you had plenty last night. I can smell the booze oozing off of you from over here."
Fleur smirked behind her coffee mug at the comment, an almost inaudible laugh slipping from her lips on her glass. Her sister got away with murder and it was always a special treat to see her being scolded.
The laugh didn't escape Gabrielle's sharp hearing even in her foggy state. She sent her sister a withering glare while her grandmother continued on her tirade.
"What is not so good is what you two pulled yesterday." Josephine glared at Gabrielle and Collette. "Leaving the northern cabins in your stage is not permitted and can have serious consequences. That cabin is not to be used as a party pad."
Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh a little at the word 'party pad' coming from her grandmother's mouth. She wasn't even aware she knew the term and hearing it come from a person of her stature was odd indeed.
"It's not funny." Josephine snapped, making Gabrielle sit a little more rigid and defiantly in her seat. "You're supposed to be learning how to control your urges. Not let them go wild and indulge in your little trysts!"
"I am sorry, grand-mère" Colette whispered before looking down at the intense glare the clan's head was giving the two young adults.
Despite being considered of age for the veela and the magical community both Colette and Gabrielle were still not regarded as fully-fledged adults until they overcame Tamasika or the first stage of the ways of love of the veela.
Due to the purely sexual nature of this phase, young veela were sent to the cabins until they would take a reign of her inner desires and enter the next stage, Rajasika were they would be able to control their inner desires better and also become less selfish as a whole.
"Well, I am not sorry." Gabrielle huffed, putting her nose in the air.
Josephine's eyes shined gold for a second, the air in the room shifting uncomfortably. Everyone in the large dining room, even Fleur, seemed to straighten their posture and grow nervous at the energy coming from the head of the clan.
"Excuse me?"
If Gabrielle felt the imminent threat of danger hanging in the air, it didn't show. She simply stood from her seat, a smirk forming on her lips as she walked to the other end of the table where she had located the champagne and orange juice.
Fleur wrinkled her nose when her sister swept by her, the smell of alcohol lingered in the air, but was overpowered by something else she hadn't smelled before, yet seemed so familiar. She was able to pick out the scent of rain inexplicably mixed with lavender. There was an epiphany of so many scents, it was overwhelming her senses, but something else more prominent caught her attention as Gabrielle carelessly reached past her to grab a champagne glass.
"You reek of sex." Fleur snapped quietly so only her little sister would hear as she poured a generous amount of champagne into the glass.
The quiet chuckle that came from Gabrielle's mouth made Fleur's stomach turn; an awful feeling filled her with rage bubbling somewhere pushed down deep inside of her. She struggled to identify where the feeling came from and why she felt the sudden urge to wipe the smug look from her sister's face. They didn't always get along and bickered as most siblings do, but she never experienced such a strong urge to throttle her before.
"You better-" Apolline started to scold her child, but Gabrielle wasn't done.
"I have nothing to be sorry for." Gabrielle grinned as she took a hefty drink from her mimosa before she continued with her monologue "Why? Because I found my mate." The table grew so silent that you could hear a pin dropping in the distance.
"Ridiculous!" Fleur shouted as she slammed her fist against the table making everyone jump, surprised at the heiress' outburst. It was rare for the blonde model to be seen this upset. Fleur would be lying if she said she wasn't shocked by her own reaction and the foreign anger scratching its way to the surface.
"You with a mate?" Fleur's eyes tinted golden while she hid her balled fists under the table. "Don't make me laugh."
That strange scent wafted up her nose once more as Gabrielle made her way past her. A flash of aroused amber made her frown deepen at the thought of those eyes looking at her sister the way they were supposed to…
To what?
"Fleur, enough." Antoinette intervened before things spiraled out of control. She knew how hot-tempered the siblings tended to be. Sparkling greens turned to look at her youngest granddaughter. "Are you sure my terrible one?"
"Well…" Gabrielle started.
"See? She's not sure" Fleur protested louder while pointing at her sister with her left hand "she's just using the mate fairytale to avoid being punished for escaping the cabins, don't you see?"
"It's not a fairytale, Fleur." Apolline snapped at her oldest daughter "It's the foundation of our beliefs."
"Not to mention one heck of a matchmaker the whole ordeal is," Camille commented nonchalantly while adding jam to her croissant "but seriously Fleur, why are you so upset about this?"
Really, why am I feeling this way?
"I…" the blonde model didn't know what to say, but something about the situation made her upset. The whole thing just felt terribly wrong and twisted. Something was awry and the fact that she couldn't quite put her finger on it was just irritating her further.
"She's just jealous that I found mine and she hasn't" Gabrielle sneered at her sister "and that's killing her."
"Don't be ridiculous, Gabrielle" Fleur scoffed "as if I want to be chained to someone like a dog on a leash."
"Fleur Isabelle Delacour, that is enough" Josephine's completely golden eyes made everyone grow silent. It was rare to see the clan's head this upset.
"Dear, please" Antoinette placed a hand on her wife's forearm and the latter took a deep breath before closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose "my little flower, we have talked about this, and you need to be respectful of your heritage."
Fleur begrudgingly held her tongue, wisely choosing silence instead of another tongue lashing from her family as everyone turned their attention back to her younger sibling positively preening under everyone's attention.
"So, a mate, huh" Camille grinned at her youngest daughter who was practically glowing. "I didn't expect you would find yours so soon."
"Me either." Gabrielle beamed. "But I'm so happy I did. She's perfect." Her light blue eyes glossed over as she recalled her night with the photographer, earning her another scoff from Fleur across the table.
Antoinette sent her oldest granddaughter a withering look before turning her attention to her youngest. "Well, we will have to keep a close eye on things. You are still in your first stage and that can complicate the process."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Fleur muttered bitterly while Gabrielle shot her a warning look to keep her mouth shut.
"What do you mean by that Fleur?" Josephine asked with a raised eyebrow, looking completely unimpressed with how her granddaughter was acting.
"Nothing grandma." Gabrielle quickly cut in. She put up her hand to cover the side of her mouth to keep the others from seeing her mouthing to Fleur, "shut up!"
Fleur narrowed her eyes at the angry pair screaming at her to hold her tongue.
"That trick doesn't work anymore," Josephine growled, glaring at Gabrielle. "What are you saying my flower?" She hoped using Fleur's pet name would calm the younger veela, but to the heiress, it sounded condescending.
Fleur leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms, not bothering to take her hard gaze off of her sibling. "Why don't you tell them Gabby?"
Josephine's eyes glowed gold for a moment again, growing irritated with the situation and her granddaughter's hidden knowledge. "We don't keep secrets in this family."
"Well, since Gabrielle won't tell you, I will." Fleur sneered, that unfamiliar anger bubbling to the surface once more when her eyes narrowed in on some hickeys proudly displayed on her sister's neck. "She already fucked her."
"What!?" Josephine and the entire hierarchy yelled at the same time, snapping their heads in the youngest veela's direction.
"Fleur, you bitch!" Gabrielle shrieked, throwing a napkin over at her sister who seemed impassive as ever now.
"Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?" Apolline reprimanded her youngest daughter. "There could be serious consequences for your actions!"
"This is why you're supposed to stay IN the cabin," Josephine growled, standing from her seat, her towering form leaning towards her careless granddaughter. "There is no reversing what you have done!"
"She's my mate!" Gabrielle stood up, her bright sapphires glowing gold momentarily in a rare display of her own anger. "It's my right to claim her!"
Fleur felt that heat rise into her chest at Gabrielle's proclamation. There was no way she could know that this girl truly belonged to her, especially since she just jumped into bed with her.
"You're too young to know Gabrielle." Fleur spoke through gritted teeth trying to keep her anger at bay. "You're still in your first phase."
A scoff slipped past Gabrielle's lips at her sister's insistence to interfere. "Oh, so now you're suddenly the expert on the heritage you turn your back on?"
Fleur slammed down her cup, sending bits of lukewarm coffee flying out of the mug onto the expensive table cover as she stood from her seat. "I know more than a selfish little brat like you."
"Enough!" Josephine bellowed, cutting off the feuding siblings before things escalated further than they already had. "What has gotten into you two?" She scowled, looking from Fleur to Gabrielle, then back again. The two were locked in a death stare, both of their eyes starting to glow gold as the tension continued to build in the heavy silence.
"I mean it." Josephine warned, a ring of gold showing up in her own orbs, flexing her power to stop the impending fight. "Enough."
Gabrielle was the first to break the intense staring contest, letting out a scoff, "whatever" she grumbled as she plopped unceremoniously back into her seat.
"Fleur." Camille diplomatically tried to calm her daughter down, but Fleur couldn't bring herself to relax.
Icy blue with flecks of gold still shining in the iris looked to her mother giving her a stern disapproving look that just added fuel to the fire.
I don't need to sit here and listen to this shit.
Fleur slammed her chair in towards the table, startling all of the younger veela while the older ones looked completely unamused by the outburst.
Apolline frowned as Fleur started to depart. "Where are you going?"
"I've lost my appetite." She sneered over her shoulder before she stormed out of the dining room.
"I will talk to her." Antoinette stood and left in Fleur's direction.
A soft knock made Fleur turn towards the door of her room. The entire place looked frozen in time. Nothing had changed for the last couple of years and she hated it. She had changed so much, visited every corner of the globe thanks to her modeling career and her flat in London was the closest to the new Fleur she wanted to be.
The one that hid her despair behind the beautifully handmade masks she wore to conceal all the pain she still felt. All the darkness that started lurking inside her after she silenced her veela in her childish outburst. The heiress scoffed at the possible consequences, not realizing that she had unleashed something greater than her, something that would take her to the brink of despair.
"My little flower" Antoinette whispered after entering the room "can we talk?"
"Why haven't you redecorated this room, mémère?" Fleur asked avoiding further confrontation. She reached some forgotten parchment and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. "It's suffocating."
"You can redecorate it as you please if you come back." Her grandmother offered softly. She knew how hard it was for Fleur to be in the villa after what happened even if she didn't remember the whole situation, but she had to try.
"I don't want to come back!" Fleur snapped before sitting on the bed "it's so stuffy here that I feel that I can't breathe."
"Has something happened, my little flower?" Antoinette tilted her head confused. There was something different about Fleur but she couldn't put a finger on it. She tried to soothe the veela within her granddaughter but she barely felt it stir. It was as if the creature was dormant. "You are normally more tolerant of Gabrielle's antics."
There's something going on with Fleur, but what is it?
"It's not right." The heiress snapped once more before taking her head in her hands.
Antoinette reached to touch her granddaughter's wrist so she could pull her hands away from her face to see the expression the heiress wore. She needed to see something that would reveal what this outburst was about. There was something awry and it unsettled her to see Fleur this way, but when their skin made contact, Fleur jolted away from her as if she had been burned.
Pain. That's all Fleur could register from the touch before a flash of gray hair and some pressure on her wrists made her jump away. Wide azure had to blink several times to realize that there were no dark eyes staring back at her but her grandmother's green.
"What is it, dear?" Antoinette tried again with worry. She had seen that reaction before and feared what it could possibly mean.
It is as if her childhood nightmares are returning.
"I am just angry because none of this is right!" Fleur shouted, shoving the horrible pain from her mind and deflecting what she hoped to be the cause of her turmoil. "All of this mate business is sick. I am nobody's submissive slave!"
"You are seeing things wrong, my flower" Antoinette held a fighting Fleur tight before whispering "our veela chooses the one that is the most compatible for our lives, basically what we need, not what we want."
"I..." Fleur didn't know how to respond to that. She had always seen the mate business as the end of her life, her dead end. Where she becomes the head of something she couldn't care less. She wanted to be free and being bound to someone for eternity didn't sound like happiness, it sounded like a prison sentence.
"Talk to me my little flower. Please." Antoinette quietly pleaded with the witch who was clearly wrestling with herself. There was something more sinister at play than her fear of mates. She could feel it deep in her bones. Something had gone amuck and the veela in Fleur was eerily silent. "I can barely feel your veela. It worries me."
It was a mistake coming back after silencing my veela.
Merde.
Fleur's face screwed up in pain at the statement. She should have known her grandmother would be able to sense the dead silence coming from within her. She should have stayed away and better yet, maybe she shouldn't have silenced it to begin with. Now she was left with this void, these flashes, this pain that replaced the numbness that she thought was intolerable, but she was beginning to think being numb was better than this. She could feel herself cracking like a poorly kept vase and it scared her.
"I..." She choked on the word as tears sprung to her eyes.
What if I'm stuck like this for forever?
What if I sabotaged my way to happiness?
To sanity?
To peace of mind?
"I think that I messed up, mémère." The model whispered softly but loud enough for her grandmother to hear.
"What did you do, Fleur?" Antoinette quietly asked while rubbing her granddaughter's back. The same way she did when the heiress was a little girl tortured by nightmares she couldn't comprehend. By the darkness that almost tainted her soul.
"I silen..." the model had no time to finish when the door was burst open to reveal her sister scowling at her.
"What do we have here? Crying on mémère's shoulder, I see" Gabrielle asked aloud before slamming the door shut "you are such a spoiled brat."
Fleur promptly pulled away from the warm embrace of her grandmother, her face set in stone once more. A stark contrast to the fragile woman that sat there just seconds before. The instinct to show strength even when she felt like she was at her breaking point was still very strong in the presence of her little sister who was doing nothing to help with her horrible mood swings.
"I'm the spoiled brat?" Fleur seethed, her rage threatening to boil over at her sister's intrusion. She clung to the anger filling her veins desperately. Anger was better than the despair and helplessness she felt before. Anger was the devil she knew. Anger was safe.
"Girls." Antoinette tried to mediate the feud she couldn't understand. "You both need to stop."
"She's the one who started it." Gabrielle pointed out childishly. "Then she goes running off, as usual," she rolled her eyes, waving her hand around the room as if to prove her point, "to cry to you so she can play the victim. She's the one who is spoiling my good news."
"Good news?" Fleur laughed. "How absurd. I've never seen a bird so happy to be locked in a cage."
"There you go again!" Gabrielle cried out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Not everyone has to share your insane ideals."
"They're not just ideals, they're the truth," Fleur spoke through gritted teeth, making her grandmother sigh.
Just when Antoinette thought she might be getting through to her eldest granddaughter, she doubled down. She blamed Fleur's stubbornness on Josephine, a trait Fleur clearly inherited from her.
"A mate is not a chain. They-"
"Yeah, yeah." Fleur shot up from her bed, cutting off her grandmother. "You already told me this. The veela chooses the one that IT thinks is best suited for you, without taking my own thoughts or feelings into account. I'm not some beast that will be chained down by destiny," Fleur spat the word out as if it tasted foul in her mouth. "Or so the teachings call it."
"Not this again." Gabrielle groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. It was the same thing with Fleur since they were kids. She was always defiant, always questioning the teachings as if it was some big conspiracy created just to make her suffer. "You really are a broken record. I don't care what you think Fleur and I don't need your approval."
"Then why are you here?" Fleur glowered at her little sister. "Except to provoke me."
"Because you threw me under the bus!" Gabrielle shouted, pointedly avoiding her grandmother's disapproving gaze. "I could tell them-"
"Shut up." Fleur cut off the other girl before she could reveal her secret, her eyes flashing dangerously as a warning.
Antoinette felt the air shifting again and stood up to get between the feuding siblings. "Fleur..."
Gabrielle glared right back at her sister, not at all intimidated by the couple extra inches of height and the few extra years of experience under Fleur's belt. She knew that what needed to be said had to be private, but she was getting close to letting the cat out of the bag. She was beginning not to care if the entire family found out about Fleur's modeling career. It wasn't her job to keep her sister's secrets safe.
"Can you give us a minute?" Fleur asked Antoinette in an eerily calm voice that made the hair on the back of the elder's neck stand at attention. It didn't help that Fleur refused to look away from the slightly smaller witch standing proudly in place.
"I will not-"
"It's okay grand-mère." Gabrielle spoke in just as calm of a voice. "Fleur won't do anything." A small smirk formed on her face as she narrowed her eyes at the rigid model. "Right Fleur?"
"Right," Fleur spoke through gritted teeth, desperately trying to contain herself, but ever since she silenced her veela she was feeling more volatile and raw. It had only been one day and she was already feeling the effects of its absence.
"I don't know what's going on." Antoinette straightened her back, giving both of her granddaughters a warning look. "But you two better figure it out and fast. If I even hear your voices raise, I will be back and I promise you will not be happy with what will happen. Do you understand?"
"Yes." They both said in unison.
Antoinette didn't move from her spot, eyeing the young veela suspiciously. She didn't want to leave, but this didn't seem to be a matter she would be able to fix with brute force. She was never one to do such a thing anyway, but she feared it would be necessary if the two didn't squash this petty squabble quickly.
"I mean it." She spoke sternly, giving the girls one last hard look that she seldom used to show how serious she was before she departed.
The two stood in stiff silence for a few moments after the door clicked stuck, both of their fingers twitching, ready for the other to make a move.
"Why did you tell them?"
Gabrielle was the first to speak, her lips set in a straight line. It wasn't often people saw her being so serious. She was the one who was usually carefree, smiling and laughing while Fleur brooded in a corner, but when it came to her mate, she didn't joke around.
"Because what you did was irresponsible." Fleur shot back. The answer didn't feel right coming off of her tongue, but it was the only one her scattered brain could come up with.
So many things had happened in the span of one day. She had found her own mate, silenced her veela because of that, had that horrible vision, and now she was getting flashes of amber eyes.
The smell permeating off of Gabrielle was making it even worse; the scent of rain and lavender mixed with the scent of her sister was starting to give her a horrible headache. It was making it hard to focus and the feeling of the veela clawing at the walls inside of her was just making things worse.
"You're really going to preach to me about what is responsible and what isn't?" Gabrielle hissed, crossing her arms, and jutting out her hip. "You're the one modeling all over the world, threatening to put our clan at risk with your self-righteous bullshit. Something, you seem to fail to appreciate, that I have kept to myself."
"What do you want? An award?" Fleur sneered.
"No." Gabrielle snapped back, her sister's attitude starting to really wear on her nerves. "I just hoped that if there came a time where I needed your discretion, you would have done the same, but" Her voice lowered, disappointment shining in her light blue eyes. "I guess that's asking too much from you."
Fleur clenched her hands into tight fists, the comment hitting harder than she thought it would. "I'm trying to protect you."
"From what?" Gabrielle laughed incredulously. "My mate?"
Mate
There that word was again. Painfully ringing in Fleur's ear, an irritating pest buzzing around her head that she wanted to swat away. The word coming from her sister's mouth set her teeth on edge and made her want to lash out. The only reason she could come up with this horrible feeling was the disdain she felt at the thought of being tied to someone she didn't know or choose for the rest of her life. How could it be wrong for her to want her sister to have a choice as well?
"I don't want you trapped with someone you don't even know Gabrielle."
"Someone I don't know?" The petite blonde raised an eyebrow. "You think she's some monster and you don't even know her. She would never trap me."
"How can you know that?" Fleur threw up her hands, shaking her head, and looking at her sibling as if she was still some naïve five-year-old. "You just met her!"
"How can you?" Gabrielle challenged, making Fleur snap her mouth shut, leaving her free to continue on. "I know the perfect person for me would never wish to keep me constrained. I just met her, but when I saw her, I just knew Fleur. Maybe you'll understand one day when you find your own."
"That will never happen," Fleur growled. She was far too stubborn to be swayed in her beliefs. She went so far as to silence her veela to ensure that that exact scenario would never and could never happen.
"You know," Gabrielle sighed, shaking her head as she turned her back on the immovable woman in front of her. Arguing with Fleur was like arguing with a brick wall; it got you absolutely nowhere. "For your mate's sake, I hope that's true."
With those last words hanging in the air, Gabrielle exited the room to leave Fleur wallowing in her own self-pity so she could join people who were actually happy for her.
"Yeah," Fleur mumbled, dropping onto the edge of her bed with a huff. "Me too."
Perpetual Nonsense AN: *adjusts crown* I do believe I still reign supreme as the Drama Queen haha I forgot how much I enjoyed writing this fic with the home girl. It's so much fun going off of what each of us is writing and adding on. I don't think I could write with anyone else. I love you dawg! Even if the things we create together are insanely dark, but you know how I love my drama and angst lol Now, I know it's been a while, but I would adore to hear your guys' thoughts on the chapter and Fleur's long tirade. Now, I know Fran is going to kill me for my absurdly stupid jokes, but I'm ending my AN this way anyways! I think this chapter showed I really am American. BECAUSE I'M DROPPING BOMBS! . . . . . I'll see my way out . . .
Fran A/N: Awww luv you too you crazy ass drama girl. Imagine when Fleur finds out that Gabs slept with Hermione, you should all need a shelter for that atomic reaction, haha [see, I can make lame jokes too XD] Lol the first time I read nonsense's jokes I just rolled my eyes but after writing until 5 am everything is funny now lol. As I stated before, this fic is way out of our fluffy comfort zone. She will keep torturing you on her own fic while I continue spreading the fluff on my one-shot collection. We would love to read your thoughts and we will reply this time, promise.