This was the end of Fleur's time at Hogwarts. She glanced up at the towers and brick walls which were filled with magic and secrets, and wondered if she would ever be returning. The school was old and dreary, but it felt like a special place to her.
But then she saw Harry, standing in a group of students, beside his suitcase, and a cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside it. The owl seemed to emulate his mood, looking sad and forlorn.
"'Arry!" She exclaimed, while scurrying up the stairs. She knew she had limited time, as the Beauxbatons carriages would leave soon.
"We will see each other again, I 'ope," she leant forwards to place a small kiss on each of his cheeks, "I am 'oping to get a job here, to improve my English."
"It's very good already," his friend, Ron, who had explained everything to her, replied in a strange voice. Fleur smiled gratefully at him, and their friend, 'Ermione, did not seem pleased at all.
"Good-bye, 'Arry," Fleur gave him her parting words, "it 'as been a pleasure meeting you!" And then she ran off towards the carriages which would definitely not wait for her.
Madame Maxine was standing at the carriage door, and to Fleur's surprise she touched her back as she went in, and smiled at her.
Maybe she hadn't messed up as much as she thought she would. She had tried her best, and prepared as best as she could. She devised plans and methods to get through the tasks, and they just didn't work.
It was sad, but it definitely wasn't because she was a girl. It was because the other competitors were so fierce, and so determined themselves. Not because they were boys.
When she went back to Beauxbatons, she would leave for home, for three days, then she would return to England.
And she really did hope she would see 'Arry again. To congratulate him on the win, or to help him defeat the you-know-who. Whatever it was, she had begun to feel a deep loyalty towards the boy.
She hurried to sit down beside her friends in the spacious, pale blue carriage and watched through the window as she rose above the clouds. From outside, the winged horses looked majestic, pulling them into the clouds which seemed as soft as cotton candy.
It was the end of her time at Hogwarts, and she couldn't help to feel it was a bad thing, despite all which had happened.
Ok, so I don't know whether I want to follow the cannon books and write in exactly what she says there. I feel like I'd just be rewriting chapters from the fifth book and up. But I have so many ideas for small bits at Shell Cottage! Someone help me decide!!
-sunkissedbubbletea