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Who: Lavender Brown and Fleur Delacour
What: Trunk inspection!
When: September 1, 1997. First day of school, trio year 7
Where: Hogwarts Gate
Rating: PG, for now.
Lavender felt her heart lodge in her throat. She hadn't expected Filch to actually be so thorough in searching the possessions. "What's this?" he accused, holding the leather bound book up in Lavender's face, his rancid breath making her wrinkle her nose. The only reason she was safe, for the moment, was that he couldn't read it because it was in French.
"It's a book of poems," Lavender told him for the fourth time. Clearly she wasn't very convincing. She should have known better to not bring it but she couldn't stomach the thought when she packed. She had a plan and she needed to put it in motion at school. It would be the only way!
"Poems? Poems?" Filch scowled. Clearly Lavender's reputation had preceded her. He was about to confiscate the book! Lavender felt a surge of fear.
Then, she saw her savior. "Professor Delacour!" Lavender called to her. "Can you come here for a moment?" She did her best to hide her affection and minimize her smile. It was hard but Lavender mostly succeeded. She just needed to not look down at the ring on her left hand that was invisible to all but a few who knew about their engagement.
"Goodman Filch is trying to confiscate my book. It is just a book of poems I am using to learn French," Lavender explained. "Perhaps you can assure him that is what I said it is?" If Fleur opened it, it would be clear to her that the book was about Veelas.
Swallowing hard, she hoped Fleur wouldn't look at it too closely! |