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Chapter 5 – Alternate Universe: A Flower's Delight, Part 1
This will be my first AU chapter and I am beyond amazed that people wanted an AU of my story. I will be approaching this a little differently. I will be doing snippet re-writes of events after a certain point and will keep certain moments the same but obviously make appropriate changes. I will probably space out the chapters to give it the proper attention it deserves. This one will start after the First Task during Fourth Year.
Dedicated to DOOOOOOM Lord of Waffles
Fleur was lost in thought. It was a novel experience for her. Normally, she would be very sure of what she was thinking. She normally would identify a goal or a problem, think about it until a solution presented itself, and then go about accomplishing said solution to obtain said goal or resolve said problem. Most of the time, it worked out rather well.
This time however, it was proving to be a little more difficult. The problem this time was she was unaware of what the problem was technically. It was more of an idea that rattled around in her brain, proving to be annoyingly vague. Since she did not know what the problem was exactly, she did not know how to think of a solution.
No, that was not entirely correct. She had an idea of what the problem was. Not that he was a problem. Far from it.
She stifled a sigh when she saw Aimee and Colette approach. She loved her two friends. Unlike most, they were true friends to her, have been for years. After some initial posturing, barbed words thrown about fueled by misunderstanding one another, perhaps a duel or two that turned rather physical, they had become very close to each other. Under normal circumstances, Fleur would be more than happy to talk to her two best friends about everything and anything.
Under normal circumstances.
"So, what has you lost in that empty head of yours?" Colette asked cheekily.
"Just remembering the time I dangled you over the balcony for stealing my cake," Fleur mused, joining in with their laughter.
"A valuable lesson was learned that day," Colette said. "Never steal a Veela's treats."
"Words to live by," Aimee grinned. "What's wrong Fleur? I thought you would still be ecstatic after earning the top spot in the First Task and surviving the encounter with the dragon."
"Oh don't get me wrong, I am still very happy about that." Fleur smiled. Modesty was never one of her faults. "I suppose…I am still wondering why Harry acted that way when I hugged him."
Aimee frowned. "Yes, that was very odd. He seemed very uncomfortable."
"The only boy to ever be uncomfortable at your touch," Colette teased. "Even the ones who prefer men enjoy it when you touch them."
"I don't think it's funny." Aimee poked her friend.
"I was trying for levity," Colette sniffed. "I don't suppose simply asking him will work."
"You remember what his friends said. He has to be very comfortable with you before he will divulge any secrets," Fleur reminded her.
Colette shrugged. "Then it is simple, get him to be comfortable with you."
"Oh? What stunning advice," Fleur said sarcastically. "Simply force him to be comfortable. I am sure that will work out so well. It is not so easy."
"Who said it was easy?" Colette retorted. "Just be friendly which I know is very difficult for you, especially when you're being a bird bitch."
Aimee shook her head as Colette yelped, stung from Fleur's jinx. "Colette isn't wrong per se. Be nice to him. Spend time with him."
"His friends aren't so trusting," Fleur murmured.
"Then get his friends to be comfortable too. Plus we will be there. We will get to know his friends as well and we will help you."
Fleur smiled with relief. "With friends like you, how can I fail?"
"No secret will survive the three of us," Colette said confidently. "Just you wait, I will know soon what kind of girl he likes and all sorts of salacious details."
"That is how I will fail," Fleur groaned. "When his friends drown you in the Lake for asking such things."
"Then we will succeed for it will just be you and me and we know better than to ask such things," Aimee giggled.
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The three French girls started sitting at the Gryffindor table for all their meals. The other Beauxbatons students rolled their eyes but mostly ignored them. They knew better than to try and interfere with Fleur and her friends, or question them at all. Such antics got more than harsh words in the past. Some of the Ravenclaws, the boys, were upset by this but they soon learned not to question them why.
With some deft maneuvering, Aimee and Colette managed to get Fleur to sit directly across from Harry more often than not, or occasionally get her to sit next to him. At first, she was horribly self-conscious by this tactic and so was Harry, for two very different reasons. Yet as the days passed, the pair became more comfortable around each other. Aimee and Colette also worked hard to get to know Harry's friends, slowly but surely working their way into their collective good graces.
"Hermione," Aimee said slowly one day while the rest of their friends were currently being enthralled by the twins telling a story, "you are very good friends with Harry yes?"
"Yes, he's my best friend," Hermione said with conviction.
"But nothing more than that?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, nothing more," she said with equal conviction. "We sort of adopted each other as unofficial siblings. We're both only children. I'm the older sister though, don't let him tell you otherwise."
Aimee smiled. "That is so sweet," she gushed. "In that case, as his older sister and best friend, surely you know what kind of girls Harry likes."
Hermione blinked. "I, uh, don't know to be honest. We haven't really talked about that sort of thing."
"He seems to be very close to the three Chaser girls."
"They…adopted him too. They've helped him a lot in all sorts of things and he trusts them."
Aimee looked over at them. "And they are all older too?" She smiled at Hermione's nod. "So Harry is used to being around older girls?"
Hermione's smile had a bite to it. "I may be somewhat inexperienced with those kind of relationships, but I'm not stupid."
"I don't think anyone could say that you were," Aimee said honestly.
Hermione blushed. "Thank you. But what I mean is, Harry isn't a prize to be won or a toy to be played with."
"Absolutely not." Once again Aimee was struck by how loyal his friends were. Her preconceived notions of him were crumbling by the day and normally she would be rather angry at being so wrong but instead, she appreciated it whole-heartedly.
"So why are you asking?"
"For a friend."
Hermione looked at Colette and Fleur, then back at Aimee. "Actually for a friend or for yourself but you're pretending not?"
"Both honestly. He intrigues me but I have a suspicion a friend is interested."
Hermione smiled wryly. "Just know that if you or your friends hurt him…"
"I don't think any of us want that to happen at all," Aimee said lightly but sincerely. "However, the threat is duly noted."
"Not a threat, a promise. But to answer your question, yes."
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"Lost in thought again? What is happening to you?"
Fleur's dreamy smile faded and she scowled at Colette. "Can't a girl just sit and think without being ridiculed?"
"A girl can, yes. Fleur cannot however. Wait a second." Colette leaned close. "Vacant expression, wandering eyes, smiling?" She gasped dramatically. "Fleur Isabelle Delacour, you are infatuated!"
Fleur's face became scarlet and she pushed Colette's face away. "I am not!"
"Yes you are! Aimee, back me up here!"
"As much as it pains me to agree with Colette, you do appear rather enamored by someone."
"You two love-sick harpies," Fleur growled, "seeing romance where there is none. Heads filled with lust and terrible thoughts."
"Ah ha! That is the problem then. There is no romance where you want there to be!" Colette crowed when Fleur looked away, her face burning. "Oh my goodness, it was well worth coming to this country to see this happen. The fabled bird of ice, defrosting where there is actually a cold winter."
"I will kill you. I will kill you and display your body as a warning to others," Fleur muttered.
"As long as you inscribe the words 'I told you so' on my gravestone," Colette giggled. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm trying to talk myself out of it," Fleur said shortly. She climbed into her bed and burrowed under her blankets, holding her pillow over her head.
"I haven't seen you try to hide in ages." Aimee sat on one side of Fleur and Colette sat on the other. "Why are you trying to talk yourself out of it?" she asked, patting Fleur's arm.
"He is too young."
"Only a few years. Who cares about that with our lifespans?" Colette said.
"He lives here in England."
"International travel is hardly a deterrent for us." Aimee said.
"He is English."
The other two girls laughed. "If we are to create false problems, we can do better than that," Colette laughed. "First, he is quite short compared to you."
"I…actually kind of like that," Fleur admitted, glad that her face was hidden.
"His hair is like a bird's nest," Aimee giggled.
"Which I don't think is a negative considering Fleur is a bird," Colette said, laughing at Fleur's angry hiss. "His eyes are far too green."
Fleur's response was mumbled and it made the girls smile.
"He's immune to your allure," Aimee said softly.
"No that is definitely a positive," Fleur murmured. "He's not entirely immune either, resistant for certain but still, I can talk to him and know that he is listening and not blindly agreeing with what I say. He is all there when we talk. It is very nice."
Colette rubbed her back. "Look, I know how lonely you are and I know you are not one to go into things without careful consideration. But see all the good as well. With us spending more time together, his friends are much nicer and open and he rarely looks at you with that adorable terrified expression anymore."
"Now when he is terrified, it is from your personality and not your presence," Aimee somehow said without laughing, at least until Colette's laughter set her off.
Fleur sat up and started hitting the two laughing girls with her pillow. "Why am I friends with either of you?!" she shouted through her smile.
"Because we make you look good in comparison," Colette laughed, grabbing a pillow to retaliate.
Fleur flopped back with a groan. "I am scared," she said softly. "I worry that I like him because he is resistant. That I have found a boy that is and I worry that I am either seeing something I am not or that I am panicking because such things are so rare." Her voice faded into a whisper. "What if he doesn't even like me like that? Or will never. What if he is secretly terrible?"
"I think he has a fine character given his friends, but your worries are normal," Aimee said soothingly. "We still have plenty of time to get to know him and perhaps there will be an occasion where you can spend a lot of time with him and explore your feelings and his."
The next day, when Madame Maxime announced the Yule Ball and that Fleur had to have a date to it, the three girls looked at each other.
"Well, there you go then," Aimee said. "A perfect opportunity."
"For disaster," Fleur muttered.
"I have to say, self-doubting Fleur is incredibly entertaining," Colette said. "A word of advice though, and I mean it. You might want to ask him and soon. The faster you do, the less harassment you will receive from other boys."
"What if he does not like being asked by the girl?" Fleur fretted.
Aimee smiled softly. "Something tells me that it won't be a problem."
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"Look, there he is, and alone for once!" Aimee said happily.
"Perhaps I should reconsider," Fleur gulped.
"Never thought I'd see the day where you of all people were the coward in this sort of thing," Colette said. "Now go on!" She and Aimee shoved Fleur who stumbled a few steps and threw an angry glare at them. They made identical shooing motions with their hands and then ducked behind the low courtyard wall.
Fleur shook her head and tried to straighten her shoulders. "Delacours s'elever plus haut," she whispered to herself. She walked over to Harry and cleared her throat lightly. "Bonjour," she said.
He looked up and smiled. "Bonjour Fleur," he greeted.
"Your accent improves," she praised.
He smiled shyly. "Thank you! One of these days I'll learn a little more than greetings and names for food."
"Ah your culinary knowledge is quite impressive. What did you say that second sandwich was? A saucy sack?"
He grinned. "A saucy son sack yes." He flushed lightly at her giggle.
"Harry, have you heard that there will be a Yule Ball?"
"Mmhmm, Professor McGonagall announced it today. It sounds like fun."
She smiled brightly. "You are planning on going? Splendid." She looked shy for a moment before deciding to just go for it. "Would you like to go to the Ball with me?"
Harry gaped at her. "You want me to go with you?" He silently cursed himself when his voice cracked but thankfully Fleur did not seem to notice. "Wuh-why me?"
Fleur tried to smile as comfortingly as she could. "Because I like your company. You are kind and you are not reduced to a drooling idiot when you are near me."
"No, I'm just a regular idiot usually," he joked feebly.
She laughed but her laughter died and she sobered. "Do, do you not wish to go with me?"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean," he turned crimson while she laughed again in pure delight. "I'd love to go with you but I just don't know why you'd want to."
"Even though I just told you?" she said with her warmest smile. "Because I want to."
He felt his heart thump almost painfully in his chest. "That's really nice of you. I want to warn you that I don't really know how to dance."
"That can be taught easily." She winced. "I should inform you that I have to open the Ball. You will have to endure people watching us dance and sit at the main table."
"I'm used to being stared at and muttered about," Harry said. "That's fine. I'm sure they'll be paying more attention to you."
"Just as good that I am used to it as well. So, it is a date then?"
"Y-Yeah. It's a date!" He dithered and panicked, sticking out his hand.
Fleur laughed until tears ran down her face. "You are too adorable," she said and smiled playfully at his questioning look. She shook his hand with grave formality before kissing the back of his hand, making him turn even redder. "Meet us later outside tonight and we can start dancing lessons. Bring your friends if you like."
"Thanks. I'll need the moral support and they need the ammunition to tease me." He waved shyly before leaving, running his other hand absently over where Fleur kissed him.
Fleur watched him leave, heart fluttering and a smile that went from ear to ear. Aimee and Colette stood on either side of her, both smiling at her expression. "Good news?" Colette asked.
"The best," Fleur replied.
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"Girls, it's happened," Katie gasped.
Angelina and Alicia looked up sharply. "What's happened?" Alicia asked.
They looked over at Katie's nod and they saw a very shocked looking Harry wandering into the common room. He was rubbing his hand absently, looking off into space.
"No way…" Alicia breathed.
Angelina clapped her hands excitedly. "You don't think…"
"I do! Let's go find out." Katie led the other two over to Harry and practically dragged him over to their corner. "So Harry," Katie said with the biggest smile, "what's going on?"
"Hunh?" Harry grunted, looking around as if seeing them for the first time. "Wha?"
"Spill it Rabbit," Angelina said, eyes dancing.
"I…uh…someone asked me to the Yule Ball," Harry said in a small dazed voice.
The girls squealed. "You said yes I assume?" Alicia asked eagerly.
He nodded, setting off another trio of squeals. Their excitement was infectious and he wore a goofy smile, something that did not go unnoticed by them.
"So don't just sit there, who is it?!" Alicia demanded.
He coughed. "Fleur," he said.
The girls stared at him with wide open eyes and mouths. "Fleur asked you?" Angelina repeated, astonished.
He wilted a little. "Yeah, I didn't know why either."
Katie smacked a blushing Angelina. "Oh Harry, sorry, we're not trying to make you feel bad. We're happy for you! Just a bit of a surprise is all."
"I'm sorry Rabbit," Angelina apologized, hugging him tightly. "I know why she'd ask you, you're a great guy and you're sweet. Plus she feels comfortable around you, something that not many people can say at all."
"Really?" He felt better at her words.
"Totally!" Alicia pretended to dab at her eyes. "Our baby bird is growing up so fast. Or not," she chuckled when Harry stuck his tongue out at her.
"You're going to get a lot of looks for this, you know that right?" Angelina asked gently.
He nodded. "I'm sort of used to it and I'm hoping they'll pay more attention to her 'cause she's prettier." He blushed when the girls cooed at him. "Can I ask you for a favor?" he said with as much dignity he could muster. He continued at their nods. "She's going to teach me how to dance and I'd appreciate it if you came with me. She invited you too."
"Aww, you'd invite us to watch you make a fool of yourself knowing we're going to tease you mercilessly?" Katie asked with a big smile.
"It's going to happen anyways," he said ruefully, "might as well give you front row seats and I can get some moral support."
"We'll come," Angelina said. "I can't miss out on Rabbit dancing."
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Despite all the giggling and snickering from his supposedly good friends, Harry was actually enjoying himself. Fleur was very patient with him and he liked the formal music well enough. He had no experience with dancing before and it was nice to try something new. The Chasers came with the twins, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, with Ron refusing to.
If he focused on where his feet were going, he could conveniently ignore how close he was to Fleur while dancing, how he had to hold her to him and how she held him. He hoped he would get used to it by the time of the dance so he would not be a walking tomato. Dancing with the others helped a lot too, feeling less awkward with them to help him get used to it.
George and Fred had caused a riot of laughter when they slid in for a dance, Fred bumping Alicia out of the way before making a mess of it when he and Harry tried to lead at the same time. He ran yelping while Alicia chased him with her wand for the bump. George had been fine with following and he told a blushing Angelina that she should learn both sides of the dance.
Fleur took a small break and sat beside Katie and Hermione. The trio were giggling and laughing as Harry danced with Colette. "Why is his face so red?" Hermione asked as she laughed.
"Colette is probably saying all sorts of suggestive things," Fleur sighed. Colette's saucy wink proved Fleur's assumption correct. "She is a terrible influence." They laughed harder when Harry threw them a look of mute appeal.
She coughed awkwardly. "Is this a good time to…lay your fears to rest?"
Katie looked at her thoughtfully. "Do you think it's necessary?"
Fleur smiled. "Please, I am not a fool. I see how Harry regards you and how you all care for him, especially you two and Angelina. Not to mention that I am a foreigner and older than him."
"Actually, you being older helps in this case," Katie said with a smile. "We're all older than Harry. Hermione is pretty close."
"Still older technically," Hermione said firmly.
"Whatever you say," Katie giggled, patting Hermione on the shoulder. "But you're right Fleur, we are very protective of Harry. You wanting to talk to us is a good sign. I don't think I have to say what would happen if you hurt him or take advantage of him."
"No," Fleur said softly. "His friendship is precious to me, as you know why."
"Which is why we're willing to trust you," Katie replied softly.
"Also," Hermione's eye sparkled, "just his friendship?"
Fleur blushed and looked away, smiling unwillingly as the other two girls laughed. "You two are almost as bad as my two."
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If you had told Fleur that she would enjoy herself at a ball that was not being held at her family's home, she would not have believed you. If you had told her that she would be able to have a date that was not a drooling mess, she would think you were lying through your teeth.
She was having an amazing time at the Yule Ball.
Harry had been the perfect date. He wore a very well-made set of dress robes in blacks, greys, and silver. She had picked hers out to match: a long shimmering set of dress robes of metallic grey that shifted from soft to silver as it caught the light. He even brought an addition to her outfit: a corsage of flowers that he said was a Muggle tradition. He picked out a flower named the alstroemeria, a beautiful long blossom that was light violet on sprigs of lavender. He explained that the flower meant friendship and bonds.
He also shyly said it was called a Peruvian lily and that was not lost on her at all.
He had blushed a lot, especially at the looks and whispers from others, but he never changed how he treated her: kindly and warm. He did not complain at all when they opened the Ball, trotted out before the others in a display of pomp.
He sat with her at the head table with the Headmasters of the Schools and Ministry officials. Harry had happily introduced her to Percy who was sitting in for Mr. Crouch. The young man had been very polite and warm to her, praising Harry's qualities to her much to her delight and his embarrassment.
"Percy's too nice," Harry said with red cheeks as the older boy left to greet his brothers and sister.
"Oh? He is not being truthful? Perhaps he thinks he can help you by making you seem more appealing," Fleur teased.
"I don't think you can be tricked by that," he laughed in reply.
"Ah but I am just a simple French girl," she simpered, batting her eye lashes.
"No more than I am."
"I think you would look darling in witch robes."
He laughed again. "Well your friends did a great job of talking you up earlier."
She flushed. "What lies did they fill your head with?"
"Oh just that you're very smart, very kind to your friends. A beautiful person with a matching personality." He smiled as she waved her hand, trying to hide her face.
During the first dance, he was so focused on not tripping and being respectful, he forgot to be nervous. So intent on his task, he missed how loving Fleur looked at him, something their friends did not miss despite being much farther away. When the others came to the dance floor, especially when the music changed to the Weird Sisters, they were surrounded by their friends. Fleur allowed him to dance with his friends, and with hers of course, but after each dance she almost jealously took him back, reluctant at letting him go for too long.
Colette made a snide observation about that and had leapt with a yelp when Fleur shot an especially strong Stinging Jinx directly into her backside.
At the end of the Ball, he walked her back to the Beauxbatons carriage. Fleur had glared at Colette and Aimee until they went inside, giggling up a storm. She tried to smooth away her sudden trepidation, at the sudden feeling of nervousness that grew inside of her. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Harry," she said sincerely. "I never would have imagined I would."
"Me too," Harry said, surprised at how much he meant it. "It was a lot of fun! I was really nervous."
"I am not so terrifying, am I?" she asked teasingly.
"Only a little," he replied cheekily, smiling at her laugh. He held his hand out again and when she took it, he very shyly brought it up to his mouth and barely brushed the back of it with his lips. His face was bright red at his temerity.
Her heart fluttered at the gesture and her smile lit up the night. As he let go of her hand she stepped forward and kissed him firmly on the cheek. "Good night, Harry," she said huskily.
"G-Good night, Fleur," he stammered.
She watched him leave, rubbing his cheek. Her smile remained long after he left and even the teasing from her two friends did nothing to diminish it.
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"I'm sure he is okay," Aimee said unconvincingly.
"You heard what Madame Maxime said!" Fleur was nearly hysterical. "He has not left the Hospital in days!" Her skin had none of its usual healthy glow. Her eyes were ringed in black, the eyes themselves bloodshot. "Why won't they let anyone see him…"
"I think it is to let him heal. I'm sure there are lots of factors. There was an intruder and they have to investigate. Not even his closest friends really know." Colette rubbed her back comfortingly.
"What is the matter with me," Fleur moaned. "I'm so worried about him. Why am I so worried?"
"Because you care deeply," Aimee said softly. "You really do, and that's okay."
"I barely know him."
Aimee and Colette looked at each other, wishing they could do more for their friend.
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The days after him leaving the Hospital Wing were hard for her. It was clear that he went through something deeply traumatic, and seeing him hurt, seeing Katie hurt, was hard for everyone. Fleur would never denigrate the feelings of others and try to unfairly compare her feelings and experiences with others. However, seeing him like that really hurt her.
Gone was the healthy smiling boy. In his place was someone in deep pain and agony, of aches that lingered. She wanted to take care of him, to try and lessen his pain. Yet that feeling scared her a little. She constantly warred with it, conflicted between her desire to care and her fear of her thoughts. At first, she tried to keep a little distance, to let him heal and approach her at his own pace. She did not want to burden him. She did not want to feed the hunger that growled inside of her.
Aimee and Colette called her out on her foolishness. They berated her one fine evening, calling her all sorts of names. They saw the conflict on her face, whenever she was with him and his friends. The lecture had lasted hours.
She liked to think she would have reached the conclusion without their meddling and insults. She also knew that while that might have been possible, perhaps it would have arrived far too late. So she set her fears aside, tried to quench her hunger, and simply was there for Harry. She spent time with him when she could, eager to get to know him better, to provide comfort and ease. She liked to think after the times they visited together, he always seemed happier, smiled more easily, was more at peace.
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It was the day she had come to dread. She was leaving Hogwarts and Britain. She was about to get back onto the flying carriage and return to France. When they first arrived, she thought she would be counting down the days to leave. She was eager to, wanting to get away from this land of bigots and bad food and terrible weather.
She never thought she would ever want to stay here. She never thought she would find someone that made her desire to stay.
She and Harry never really talked about what she thought was growing between them. At first, she thought she would, shortly after the Ball. But then the Second Task had put a stop to that. She did not want to pressure him after that shockingly raw display of emotion in the tent after the Task. Then his duel and his weeks of recovery interfered. Then the Third Task.
And now, she was about to leave.
She also did not know if he felt the same about her. Normally she knew it when people lusted after her, desired after her. One of the reasons she liked him was because she knew he did not act like them. It soothed her, inspired her.
Inspired her.
Normally, Fleur was a very methodical person. After years of careful thinking and planning due to being a Veela, she was used to it. She normally calculated all the odds, saw all the angles, then acted accordingly. However, now, she had a rogue thought. Something that could change the course of her life. It should have terrified her.
Instead, she felt thrilled.
"Harry," she began, "I have really enjoyed our friendship and meeting you. I wish I could stay."
"Me too," he said shyly, "to both things."
Her smile widened. "So, if there was a chance that we could meet again, regularly, then you would like that?"
"Yeah, that would be really great," he said sincerely. "I'd like that a lot, of course, only if you do."
She made her decision then. "That does not mean you are getting out of writing me many letters," she said warmly.
He laughed. "Oh I won't, I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice to have a friend to write letters to."
Fleur leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Au revoir Harry. It means until we meet again. Not a good bye."
He blushed and smiled. "I like that a lot. Until we meet again Fleur." He hesitated and pecked her cheek. His blush deepened and he sputtered a little. "Hope that was okay."
She had blushed too but not from embarrassment. "Perfectly," she said brightly. She watched him walk away before entering the carriage. "See you soon," she thought and promised to herself.
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Imaginer.012 - I imagine Dahlia would be such a cute baby and as you can see, a bit too clever.
Urgwaew - Yeah I definitely wanted to do the George joke three times because things are funnier in threes and I knew I wanted to write this out after mentioning it in Family, it was too funny not to. And I do think the ladies would be especially protective of Dahlia so of course they would react like that. She is their precious Dally after all. All the best to you and hope things are calmer for you.
DOOOOOOM Lord of Waffles - Of course Luna gets the last word. She's so full of strange wisdom. Hope you like your first of three.
diffident-serpiente - It shouldn't be no, but luckily in the realm of fantasy, it can be very funny. Glad you still like the theory.
alix33 - Poor Oliver and George indeed.
Raevl - Thank you for reading
Vicky Lopez - Glad you liked them so. The next few will be lighter but I did just finish some very heavy chapters so it sadly won't be plain humor. For some reason, people have requested some painful things.
guest - Thank you. As long as I have the inspiration, I won't end this setting.
Yose Hyuann - I hadn't had one planned but will add the idea to the bank and see what happens. Thank you.
