Who: Fleur Weasley, Victoire Weasley and OPEN When: Tuesday, January 23rd Where: Diagon Alley What: Back in England Rating: Probably low
Not even two hours ago Fleur had dug her toes in the still warm sand of Beaulieu-Sur-Mer and looked over the Mediterranean. Part of her was sure if she stared hard enough she might see the western coast of Corsica and somehow simply disappear onto the island. But running away never worked, nor had chasing after someone who had run. This time Fleur's destination would not be selected out of desperation or haphazardly thrown into the wind. This time she would leave France and return to England - her new home - because it was what was right.
Now, walking along the chilly, grey and dreary Diagon Alley, Fleur sighed. She watched as the puff of her breath tugged away from her on the bitter wind and pulled her scarf closer.
"Mama!" Victoire gasped, clutching her infinitely hot chocolate and pointing to the Weasley Wizard Wheezes storefront. "Mama! Regarde!" Of course any child would have been taken by the eye-catching window displays with the promises of magical mischief and delights. Fleur even smiled despite herself, though immediately resumed her chilly expression; she didn't need to be seen near the store and accused of skulking about her extended family.
"Mais oui. Come!" When Victoire did not budge Fleur grasped at the little girl's hand. "Victoire, come!"
"Non! I stay! I play!" Merlin, that Weasley stubbornness. Fleur could have sworn her daughter used the same tone as Bill; even the furrow in her brow looked uncomfortably familiar.
"Victoire, come, you can not go in! C'est magique, non? They have the door charmed: children can not go in without their parents. If they try their hair will fall off." Her daughter's blue eyes widened with shock as her hands instinctively clutched at the golden sheet of her hair, splatting the hot chocolate on the ground. "Ah," Fleur wasn't sure what was worse: using her daughter's fear of going bald against her or the look of loss from the chocolate drink on the ground. "We'll get you another. Perhaps that fruit tart too?" At least Victoire smiled at the suggestion.