InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Our growth is like a tumor"

Fleur Weasley (veela_charms) wrote in collision_rp,
@ 2013-02-08 17:03:00

Entry tags:

!february, annabelle rosier, fleur weasley

Who: Fleur and Annabelle
When: This afternoon
Where: Diagon Alley
What: Random run in between old friends
Warnings/Rating: PG-ish?

A frown worked its way onto her face as Fleur studied the flowers the vendor showed off to her. They were just wrong. For one there was a dozen of them and French people did not do a dozen flowers, it was disrespectful to even sell them one. Was it really that hard for the vendor to remove one? Every time she asked they told her no and it was irking her hence the frown on her face. Her bouquet for her house wouldn't be perfect with twelve flowers.

"Non non non," Fleur said shaking her head deciding it wasn't worth it and she could just get her flowers elsewhere. If not she could surely just conjure up a perfect pair of eleven white tulips. Maybe daffodils would be better?

Turning she could not help but practically run into a familiar red haired woman. A forced smile spread across her lips, "Bon jour Annabelle," Fleur said lightly a slight trace of annoyance sneaking into her voice. It was no secret the two women weren't rather found of each other. In fact they had spent their school years competing over everything and anything. "Comment allez-vous?"

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

veela_charms
2013-02-09 03:42 pm UTC (link)

"Fortunately for us pollution is in the eye of the beholder," Fleur pointed out with a small smug smile. She knew perfectly well what it was they were talking about and had the circumstances been different she would have laughed at the clueless tendencies of those around her. Could people really be that dense? "And that is not up to you to clean it up."

Her blue eyes narrowed at her next statement hardly fooled by Annabelle's smile and instead irked at the disguised malice in her statement. "Remerciez le Dieu au-dessus que de telles décisions ne reposent pas avec vous. Que les appropriés les gens ont toujours sortir par le haut à la fin ..." Fleur knew Annabelle, she knew her temper and she knew she probably shouldn't remind the red head of how she always seemed to some how win but she couldn't help it. Annabelle had a way of getting under her skin.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

redrosier
2013-02-11 04:54 am UTC (link)

"Unfortunately so." Annabelle seemed to scrunch her nose as she looked around the Alley once again. It was still too busy for her taste, and she was sure all of the people who walked the streets had questionable blood. "Still, dirt is still dirt." Had she been more direct, it would have been of a comment that blood was still dirty, regardless of the beholder.

Annabelle kept her smile, though her lips might have twitched just a little. Oh yes, Annabelle was second in the class. Perhaps she should have placed her name in the Goblet so long ago so she could have had the same favoritism. "Comme cela est vrai. Ceux qui en fait la force sera toujours sortir par le haut. N'ayant rien à perdre. Dites-moi, comment est ta sœur? Bien, je l'espère." Annabelle never had qualms about threatening in public. Oh no, she wanted to see how far she could push Fleur and see what could come of it. It was only fun for now.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

veela_charms
2013-02-11 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Fleur rolled her eyes but let the topic drop as it stood. It wasn't like arguing was going to do her any good. Annabelle was who she was and she wasn't ever going to change her views and well... Fleur wasn't sure she even wanted to try. It would mean admitting there was something there worth redeeming and she wasn't sure there was.

At the question about her sister Fleur's head snapped up as her eyes narrowed with a renewed intensity at the comment about her sister. If it was meant to get a rise out of her it had worked. Gabrielle always had been and always was one of her most treasured people, so much so at times it was more like a mother child bond than sisters.

"My sister is none of your concern," she told her dropping back into English so that they were perfectly clear. Fleur knew she shouldn't take the bait but she felt the need to make it clear her intentions. "Stay away from her." Their games between the two of them was fine but there was no way she was going to involve her sweet and innocent twelve year old sister.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

redrosier
2013-02-13 04:58 am UTC (link)

It didn't even matter what had happen, this was what Annabelle had been waiting for since she almost ran into the blonde. Oh, she had known it would be a soft spot for Fleur. A very soft spot, apparently. A sly grin tugged at Annabelle's lips and she didn't let her gaze move from Fleur. Oh yes, she felt as though she had the upper hand once again. There was so much that could be said, and she almost wondered how far she could push the other woman.

"No, you're right, she isn't any of my concern." There was a 'yet' that seemed to hang in the air between them. Maybe Annabelle had other ideas for the little Veela, but not yet. Fleur didn't have to know any of that. Already ideas were forming in her mind and she couldn't help her smile from widening. Annabelle had no real boundaries of what was fair fighting.

"At least she is still far away, and safe within the walls of school?" Was Gabrielle that age? Annabelle couldn't remember.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

veela_charms
2013-02-13 05:10 am UTC (link)

Fleur's blue eyes flashed a moment as there was a tiny crack in the perfect veneer that was Fleur. It was common knowledge that you never let your enemy know your weakness and she had slip and now she was already behind the eight ball. Oh well. Fleur wasn't much to play by the rules anyhow.

"She is no where you can touch her," Fleur said in a soft hiss as she tool a step closer to the redhead. Her hand in her pocked closed around her wand but she kept from drawing it because that could be considered an open act of hostility. Annabelle didn't have to say her intentions for them to be made clear. Fleur was far from stupid.

"How about you pick on someone your own size?" Fleur challenged her blue eyes still fierce. "Or are you afraid you won't measure up and lose again? As I seem to recall you are well acquainted with second place... And you know what they say about second place? It is the first place loser."

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -