Fleur Isabelle Delacour (petites_fleurs) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-20 13:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill weasley, fleur weasley |
Who: Bill and Fleur Weasley
What: Getting ready for a night out
Where: Shell Cottage
When: BACKDATED to Friday evening before the Ball
Rating: Unknown, but likely to get pretty high
Fleur Weasley wasn't quite floating yet, but she was a few dance steps away from liftoff as she hummed to herself at the vanity. She peered at herself while she slipped in the second in a pair of diamond earrings that had belonged to her human grandmother. The silver and diamond necklace laying on the vanity had been her Veela grandmother's, passed on at her wedding.
She stepped back from the mirror to admire the effect. The drops of diamonds flashed from within her hair, catching the warm candlelight. She reached for the necklace, continuing the hummed tune. It was a French song from her younger years, a lovely piece about cool summer evenings and young love. The necklace was the final piece. She perched herself on the cushioned stool and fought with the clasp. It was old, delicate, and quite stubborn, a lot like the woman Fleur had inherited it from.
Finally she got the necklace secured and she beamed at her reflection. It wasn't often she got to dress herself up so much. This would certainly be a night to remember.
Unfortunately, it would be unforgettable for reasons completely different than what she thought. But the tragedy of the night was still some hours away, for now, she was floating.