Pairing: ViktorFleur

Prompt: 718. Voodoo

Word count: 407

Voodoo

"Viktor… what eez this?" Fleur pointed to an odd lady sitting behind a stall. There was an eerie feeling around her; one that Fleur didn't like.

Viktor followed where Fleur was pointing and shrugged. After all, they had willingly attended a voodoo fair; it was bound to be weird.

Fleur wasn't one to let go, though. Pulling on his hand she dragged the pair of them over to where the lady sat smiling at them.

"Welcome, my dears," she said dreamily. "How may I help you?"

Fleur blinked, gathering herself before sitting in the offered chair. Viktor sat beside her, not daring to say a word.

"Excuse me," she began slowly, "But what ee-xactly do you do?"

The woman, who was wearing an odd head dress, smiled calmly. "I may tell you your future, my dear," she said.

Fleur all but scoffed. Even in the wizarding world, people were sceptical of those who claimed they could foresee the future.

"I see."

"We should go," Viktor said, standing up. He had no time for frauds – Muggle or magical. "Come on, Fleur."

But Fleur shook her head. "No, I must see," she said. She turned back to the lady. "Please, tell me."

"Give me your hand, dear,"

Fleur obliged.

"Fleur, let us go," Viktor urged. "This eez stupid."

Fleur ignored him as the woman studied her palm. It was interesting, really, if not strange.

Finally, she spoke. "Ah!" she said. "I see here." She traced a line on Fleur's hand. "You possess an intuition for something that is not seen by us ordinary."

Fleur said nothing.

"Ah, and your future is clear, my dear."

"Fleur, let us go!"

"Clear?" Fleur wanted to know.

"You will marry."

Viktor even raised his eyebrow at that one, for they had not yet discussed marriage.

"But… no, not to the man you are with now."

"No?"

"This eez stupid!" Viktor declared.

"No, but to a man with red hair."

"Enough!" Viktor interrupted, this time sounding furious. He glared at the fraud of a woman and yanked Fleur away. "She eez not worth your money." He sent her another filthy look before dragging his girlfriend back into the crowd.

"Viktor!" Fleur scolded as he pulled her as far away as possible.

"Don't listen, Fleur," he told her.

Fleur only continued walking, thinking about what she had been told. She knew quite a few red heads. But she couldn't see herself marrying any of them.

Written for the Matchmaker Challenge.

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