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Le brunch avec ma petite soeur (Brunch with my little sister)

Fleur Delacour

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Le brunch avec ma petite soeur (Brunch with my little sister)

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Blue Fleur
Gabrielle and I have come to meet for brunch at Madam Puddifoot’s today as my sister and I have not seen or spoken to each other in quite some time. The hustle and bustle of the tea room with its changing seasonal decorations, now in pale yellows, blues, and greens, sets the mood of spring. The centerpieces are bright bouquets of fresh flowers, each with a number of colorful butterflies flitting around them. I sit back and sip my pumpkin juice and look appraisingly at my sister. From the moment we met outside the tea room we have talked of nothing of great importance, only passing occurrences and small talk of this and that. She tells me about the excitement she feels at being able to attend Hogwarts under special circumstances so that she can finish her education. Bill will be very pleased about that. I will have to talk to him about it…and I will have to talk to Fred as well to learn of how he made such arrangement for my precious little sister. It is good that she will be able to experience at least a short time in school as I know she was completely heartbroken when Mère took her out of Beauxbatons after our father’s death…

But an atmosphere of undeclared tension surrounds Gabrielle and I and I wonder if she is keeping things from me as I am from her. She wipes her mouth with the linen napkin and looks outside the little window beside our table.

“Fleur,” she begins, “There is something I haven’t told you.” I raise my eyebrows and nod interest as she continues. “I saw Mère a few weeks ago.”

“How is she doing?” I ask. “I assume she is back at Fairie Ridge?”

“I didn’t see her at Fairie Ridge.” Gabrielle’s distracted gaze finally returns to me. “I saw her here, in Hogsmeade.”

“Ah, yes, I theenk she would like ze tea room very much.”

“We didn’t meet her at Madame Puddifoot’s,” she tells me, but her silence tells me more. “She came to the alley by Zonko’s and waited until I was emptying the rubbish bin…,” Gabrielle goes on to tell me of the horrible encounter she had with Mère.

“Oh dear Merlin, ma ange!” I whisper loudly in surprise. “She slapped you in ze face? Ma Déesse! She ‘as gone mad!” I snap my fingers to gain the attention of our waitress and order a bottle of champagne. When the flutes are poured I hand one to ma ange. “Zis, zis is not a toast of ze celebration. We just need somesing a bit stronger zan ze pumpkin juice to get through zis talk. Drink up, mon cher, we must now speak as women, you and I.” My sight fixes on her desperate blue eyes over the rim of the tilted crystal as the bubbles assault my nose and the alcohol spreads through my body.

“I don’t know what to do, Fleur. I can’t believe she would cut me, cut us out of her life like that.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “I ‘ad ‘oped it would be better for you zan it was for me, loving a Weasley man. I ‘ad ‘oped she would accept Fred, you know, because ‘e is not, is not,” I move my hand in an arc and gesture nonchalantly to my face. Gabrielle’s brow furrows in anger.

“Fleur, how could you say that, about Billy?”

“No, cher, not ze scars,” I grab her hand across the table and my arm bumps my fork against the china of my plate. “Never about ze scars, love. No! Mère could never accept ze wolf, ze change zat ‘appened to Bill after ze attack. I thought she might eventually consent to Fred because ‘e does not ‘ave ze change.”

“She won’t have him because he’s a Weasley, werewolf infection doesn’t influence her opinion. It’s the whole Weasley family; she won’t accept them, Fleur. She hates them all, every last one of them.” She lifts her glass and swallows many gulps of champagne and refills the flute. “But she said zat, I’m mean, she said that she was cutting you from her life as well. Why, Fleur, why? The two of you only recently reconciled.”

I am quiet and thoughtful as my mind drifts back to the day that my Mère paid me a surprise visit not so very long ago. “Well,” I say, “A few weeks ago I told ‘er zat I wanted to commit to ze Garden Path and begin studying to take my Veela Vows as soon as possible.”

Gabrielle’s face brightens immensely as she squeezes my hand. “That’s marvelous, Fleur. Mère must have been so happy to hear you make that promise.” In the silence that follows her cheer her mind begins to race and she looks across to me. “What happened to make her displeased with you?”

I take a deep breath. “Well, zat was right about ze time Billy came ‘ome from work. Mère paid me a surprise visit at ze cottage.” Gabrielle’s eyes grow big as saucers.

“Oh ma Déesse! How horrible! She didn’t know about Billy,” Gabrielle gasps as she covers her mouth with her hand.

“Well, she knows all about Billy now,” I reply sarcastically and cannot help but grin at our predicament. “Two sisters,” I say as I sip my champagne, “In love with two brozzers, and disowned by zeir mother. Aren’t we a pair?” I raise my glass in salute of the irony of our matching dilemmas.

“I don’t know what to do, Fleur,” Gabrielle confesses. “I know I have Fred and you have Billy, but what if things don’t work out for one or the other of us? What if Fred and I don’t make it? I’ve never been alone and on my own. Oh dear Goddess, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared, ma ange,” I say with a wink, “You and I, and Aveline too, we will always ‘ave each ozzer.”
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