Who: Fleur and Victoire Weasley When: This afternoon Where: Bill & Fleur's cottage What: Mother daughter chat b/c Fleur knows better than anyone Warning/Rating: Low-ish but emotional
It seemed unusual on a Saturday afternoon that the house would be quiet but Fleur figured Bill was either out participating in the Spring Havoc thing (they had both committed before their daughter had showed up) or running Remy's and it was alright. This was something Fleur had to do not only for herself but for Victoire; and she was the most important thing right now, that and the baby. It was for that reason she knocked on the door to the room that had once been their spare room but now belonged to Victoire as long as she wanted it. Fleur didn't want for an answer before letting herself in. She wasn't going to take no for an answer and the knock had been a polite way of announcing herself before barging in.
"You cannot hide up here forever, ma bichette." Fleur told her gently as she walked into the room. "I wanted to give you your space but now it is time we talk and I brought you something to get you started..." She pointed out as she set the bowl of fruit down on the night stand, because her daughter needed to eat something, and set the neatly folded baby blanket and stuffed rabbit (because bears were overrated) down in a nearby chair. Had they been home she would have given her the bassinet that had been in her family for generations, one she had always planned on using for her own children, and a plethora of other things but this would do for now. They didn't have a choice but to be ready for the baby.
Fleur sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she motioned for Victoire to come closer so she could wrap her in a tight hug. "Believe it or not, I have a good idea on how you feel. This place has a way of doing that, making things complicated. When I got here things were not always easy with Bill-- your father. We will make it work promise."