A/N: Hey! This was an assignment for history class, I have to write an Nouvelle France (New France) essay (Sorry, letter).
I think it's pretty cool, I hope you do too!
This is supposed to be translated into french, by the way, so maybe I'll do that.
Dear, Gabrielle Delacour
Bonjour my sister! I hope you are doing well in France. I'm doing well here, although the winters are difficult. I truly believe this is a step up from France in many ways, you should have come over here with me! It's beautiful here! It's summer right now (When I'm writing this, at least), and my husband, Bill, is chopping wood outside. You haven't met him, but he is red-headed and a few years older than I. Last week he got attacked by a wolf, he has scars to prove it! He fought off that wolf single-handedly! He is very brave.
It is pretty difficult to adjust to this lifestyle. It is horrible in winter, It is so cold then! I also am expected to cut down trees! It's really hard work.
What's going on at school? Madame Maxime alright? How are Mother and Father? I'm sorry I can't be able to attend your 10th birthday party. I will send you a present attached to this in a package. I really hope you like it, I knitted it myself. Write back!
Love from your sister,
Fleur Delacour (actually Weasley now).
P.S. Bill's siblings come over for dinner now and again. He has seven siblings! Youngest to oldest is; Ginny (She doesn't like me very much), Ronald, Fred and George (They are little trouble-makers, they are.), Percy (he is pretty stuck up) and Charlie. You now have seven siblings (In law)! How about that!
Fleur Weasley put down her quill and looked out the window at her husband Bill, she smiled to herself.
"Oh! I forgot!" she exclaimed, putting her quill to the bit of parchment again.
P.P.S. I'm pregnant!
She smiled as she drew the exclamation mark to a point.
'Keep it short and sweet' she thought.
She sealed the letter and slipped it inside a package that held a knitted sweater.
"Bill! I am going to deliver zee package!" she shouted over to him.
"Okay, honey, you do that!" Bill shouted back, wiping sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.
Fleur took off down the road towards the docks the last boat that was carrying post was just about to leave.
She put her package in the box, praying her letter would get to her sister.
They had the rest of Bill's family over for dinner that night, and they told them the good news.
'Congratulations' and 'What are you going to name him or her?' came up a lot in the conversation.
A/N: Hoped you liked that little story!
I enjoyed making it.
Fleur and Bill are my 11th OTP.