"Remus."
He wonders if she's happy. She looks happy, laughing with Mad- Eye like that. But then there is her hair, which is so uncharacteristically brown and—
"Remus."
—the circles under her eyes, and how chapped her lips look. Maybe she's ill or under some curse. He really hopes not, being an Auror—
"Remus?"
—is dangerous enough, and being in the Order of the Phoenix, too. Maybe he should talk to Mad- Eye about—
"Remus!"
"Yes, sorry, what?
Fleur Delacour's gargantuan eyes, silvery hair, narrow waste, are looming in front of him.
"I waz wondering eef you might like some bouillabaisse," she says.
"Oh! No, I'm fine, thank you."
She stomps her foot impatiently. Blonde hair flies everywhere.
"You are zee seexth person zat I have offered zees too, and no one haz said yes!"
"I'm not hungry, really," he says, returning his gaze to the other side of the room. Fleur follows his line of sight fervently.
"She really eez quite sad, zat Tonks," she says, moving from the topic of bouillabaisse to people quickly.
"She's laughing."
"Please, no woman could look like zat, and be happy!"
"She looks beautiful," Remus says before he can swallow his words.
With another stomp and a hair flip, Fleur floats off to Bill, kissing him slowly.
Not that Remus notices.
SO MUCH ANGST. THE SIXTH BOOK DEPRESSES ME. CAN'T THEY JUST BE TOGETHER ALREADY?
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