Fleur Delacour (courtings) wrote in restless_rp, @ 2015-12-01 07:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: fleur delacour, char: peter pettigrew, ep: three |
Who: Fleur Delacour and Peter Pettigrew
What: Awkwardness
Where: The Three Broomsticks
When: Sunday evening
Rating/Status: Medium for terrible flirting(?)/In Progress
That she had a certain soft fondness for Wizarding Britain, Fleur Delacour would certainly deny. It was easy to do; after all, she was a proud French witch, which would have been reason enough to have a mild dislike at best for any other nation, and furthermore said pride had been damaged here more thoroughly than it had been damaged at any other point in her life. And in truth, the loss of the Tournament still stung a bit after all of these years.
Still, despite several perfectly good reasons- or perhaps in fact because of them, just to be contrary- Fleur did in fact feel affection for this place, and for Scotland in particular. And even more specifically than that, for the grounds and environs of Hogwarts castle. And Hogsmeade. It was a quaint little village, even adorable, and normally Fleur didn't go in for quaint and adorable. Gabrielle, however, had loved the place- after she'd been fished out of the lake where Fleur had failed to save her, thank you very much- and that was enough for her. She nearly always stopped here while in Britain just to buy her little sister a souvenir, some postcard or bauble, even now that Gabrielle was getting rather old for such things.
And while she was here, shopping safely tucked beneath her arm, she might as well get dinner.
The Three Broomsticks was relatively quiet; no surprise, particularly, as Sunday was rarely considered a good drinking night. There were some regulars, certainly, and a few families having their own supper, but not such a big crowd that Fleur wasn't able to find a table. She could have sat toward the back in shadow so as not to draw undue attention to herself, but that wasn't Fleur's style. If people wished to look, that was fine. She barely noticed it anymore. And in a place like this, she doubted anyone would actually interrupt her quiet meal.