SEE CHAPTER ONE FOR WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER!
"Harry?" Fleur stares at me in disbelief.
I'm sure the expression on my face is just about equal to hers.
"Gabby oh, Gabby, come quickly!"
And then her younger sister, Gabrielle is there and a third sister—one I've never seen before.
They are all tall, thin and very, very blonde. They are also patting my shoulders, my hair and my rucksack.
"Uh, Fleur—it's great to see you, but uh-"
"Down!" Fleur says, a little sharper than necessary, but the other two girls pause enough to look at her. "You're scaring him," she scolds. "He is my friend."
"He's my friend too!" Gabrielle protests. "He saved me."
"He wouldn't have had to, if you'd remembered your training," the tallest one says, preening her fingernails. "I was only checking to see if he's attached, is all."
Quarter-Veela. The thought scrolls through my head and I'm grateful for the myriad of mating marks that are well hidden beneath my traveling clothes.
Even if they can't be seen due to my current traveling outfit—they will still give off the necessary magical aura to any unattached being. They will know I am taken and I will have no need of explaining it to them.
"Anette!" Fleur exclaims, appalled. "Do not do such things. He is—he's here as a guest, he's—" she falters. "What are you here for, Harry Potter?"
And so I tell her.
As much as I can, anyway.
When I haltingly mention the legend of the twelve days and needing some token from the 3 French Hens, the sister trio exchanges a glance and Fleur looks away.
"Perhaps you should come inside," She says, at last.
And I follow her into their little vacation home.
They would rather not give me tokens, she explains. Not because they do not wish to help, but because it would not be the best choice for them.
Anette recommends another French family further down the map and I am wondering if I want to know what these tokens involve.
Gabrielle is looking stubborn and I am familiar with those clenched fists at her sides. It is something Ginny would do right before losing her temper.
"You can't send him away, Fleur, you can't!" She protests. "Anette, tell her. You can't. You just can't. He's only just come."
"Hush Gabby," Anette fusses, but she refuses to look me in the eye.
"Fleur—can I talk to you—alone?" I ask, because this conversation is confusing and I don't want anything to get out of hand.
The sisters manage a three-way glance between them and then Fleur rises from the table, all careful elegance and stern demeanor. ut.
The guesses for Fleur and her sisters are correct! I am, obviously, taking creative license with adding in another sister and whatnot, but it made it fit the prompt. So there. LOL. Enjoy! Sorry for the long gap. I do have this written, I just don't have it edited. Drat. Thanks for reading and reviewing! ~Scion