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Fleur Weasley (veela_charms) wrote in collision_rp,

"Ce mal femme," Fleur muttered as she turned into his form slightly as to cry her tears into his shoulder instead. It didn't register that her words had come out in French and that he wouldn't understand what she was saying. It was just something that tended to happen when she was upset or excited or exhausted and she was currently two of the three. "Elle ne peut pas avoir ma soeur Bill," she told him between sobs.

When he didn't say anything Fleur realized her error. "She cannot have my sister," she corrected sliding back into the language that they both understood. Her tears heavier now that she was giving voice to her concerns. "I won't let her..."

And because they were talking about it all the pent up stress and emotion concerning her kidnapping was there. It was there and it was raw. It hurt. No matter how hard she wanted to forget it she couldn't even though she had been trying. Fleur had thought if she ignored it long enough it would be as if it didn't happen but it was only making it worse.