Who: Fleur Delacour and Gabrielle Delacour What: Gabby is visiting her sister. When: Saturday, March 9th Where: Fleur’s Chambers Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Snark, angst, incest
Gabrielle was happy to be back at the dreary little castle in Scotland. This time, she was fairly certain, she would spend no time under the lake. It was just as well, she was far more concerned now then she had been about her appearance and wet hair looked so…unkempt.
For years, Gabrielle had been keeping up with a few of the people she had met at Hogwarts. There were only a few that she continued to correspond with and most of them were girls in House Slytherin. Luckily for her, Beauxbatons took their breaks at a different time then Hogwarts and Gabrielle had convinced her parents to allow her to visit Hogwarts over break instead of going to Italy with them.
Her fight day at Hogwarts had been wonderful. The boys, and quite a few girls, in Slytherin had fawned over her and given her all the attention she wished for; Gabrielle did have an easy appetite to sate in that regard.
The day had been spent leading on Theodore Nott, flirting with Daphne Greengrass and generally enjoying the refined company of the Purebloods of Slytherin. Sadly for poor Theo, he didn’t manage to impress Gabrielle enough for her to allow any of his advances to go anywhere. What was wrong with English boys? They all seemed so…childish.
The day would have been perfect if not for one thing. When they had ventured out of the Slytherin Dungeon, Gabrielle spied a pretty girl from Gryffindor. Almost ready to flirt with her herself, Gabby was stopped in her tracks by something she saw.
Though a set of circumstances she did not understand, Lavender Brown had been removing her school sweater and blouse in the loo instead of her own dorm. Through the partially opened door, Gabrielle had seen a mark on her shoulder. The red, warm mark was nothing she should have paid any heed to. However…there was just something about it. Something that sparked a memory in her mind…
For the rest of the day her mood was quite poor. Of course, that only caused people to dote on her more. That did help her mood some.
Through out the day, Gabrielle had worn a beautiful, ice blue dress that clung to some of her curves but was loose in other places. She wore a light jacket with a fur lining that helped to keep her warm in the drafty castle.
She was still in the Slytherin Dungeon, waiting for Fleur as she stewed over what she had seen. What is she even doing anyways? she wondered, miffed.