|Fleur Delacour is not a whore. (bellefille) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
Fleur smiled at Roger's blush. He really was adorable. But she was sure that he was with someone. What was her name again? Oh yes, Mandy. She had seen them on the journals enough times to realize. She was right though, because not Roger was bringing up his girl and she couldn't help but miss being someone's girl as well.
To be honest, the divorce came as a shock to Fleur. She had never seen it coming and Bill had hardly given her any chance to fix things or work them out. Sometimes, she felt that she would always be left alone. ure she had her family but for some reason she didn't have many friends and men only looked at her like a piece of meat. Sometimes she felt being part Veela was more of a curse than a blessing. She was much better at controlling it now, but sometimes she still wasn't so sure that people actually liked her, well, for her.
She was snapped out of her train of thought when Roger leaned over and whispered to her. The only thing she could do was giggle under her breath a bit before blushing slightly. "No. I do not zeenk so, at least. I am not usually doing that anymore. It is rude to do that to someone with a girlfriend, no?" Her face fell a bit, but she kept her chin up. "I can move if I am making you un'appy, Roger."