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Fleur ([info]sacre_fleur) wrote in [info]strugglewithin,
@ 2008-12-16 15:37:00

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Entry tags:*complete, fleur weasley, percy weasley, september 1997

RP: Dark Streets
Characters: Fleur Weasley, Open
Place: Diagon Alley, Madam Malkins to start.
When: Tuesday afternoon 16 September.
What: Fleur is a bit perturbed by the new "precautions" in Diagon Alley.
Status: Public/Complete (Ping on people with wherever your character is in the alley, I can do multiple threads and Fleur is running errands.)

Fleur did not yet have her papers and had been stopped once exiting Gringotts after her half day was over and once again while just walking down the street. She had explained, barely keeping the ire from her voice, that her last name began with a W and hence she had not received hers yet, but when pressed she had produced her apparition license, which had given her some leeway. The wizards checking identifications were heavily cloaked and carried large sticks in addition to their wands, and she actually saw them chase someone down towards Knockturn at one point when that person could not produce any identification.

It was horrifying and she felt the disgust at it building. After her experience at the Ministry last week she knew even more clearly what they were facing. Just ahead was another checkpoint as she approached Flourish and Blotts, so she ducked into Madam Malkins, simply because she hoped he would be distracted by someone else later on. The shop was mostly empty, save a few people, and she went to a display of robes aimlessly, looking through them as if she had meant to come into the shop. She did not want to attract attention, particularly after the incident with Remus a few weeks back.



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[info]sacre_fleur
2008-12-22 08:28 pm UTC (link)
His very movements revealed how concerned he was, and really, she couldn't blame him. It was how she had felt, from the first, when she learned Bill's movements were being tracked.

She cleared her throat and looked up at him.

"Percy. The cottage, where Bill and I live now, it is Unplottable. Bill made it that way after Remus and I were attacked." She considered him carefully. "If it gets bad, contact me. She can stay with us. If you need to do it to keep the both of you safe."

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[info]pompous_percy
2008-12-22 08:37 pm UTC (link)
Fleur had a point, and he considered it carefully. It was better that Penny might go there than him, and he had a feeling that they couldn't bide time for too much longer.

He didn't know about Remus or Fleur, and wasn't surprised that Bill had made their home Unplottable; he always was good with a charm.

"I will," he promised. "Thank you. You just...you can't predict what might happen anymore."

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[info]sacre_fleur
2008-12-22 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Fleur looked up at him and gave him a quiet smile before squeezing his arm in a sisterly way.

"Non, mon frere. Goodness and right always are predictable things. It is the rest we have to be vigilant for."

She pulled aside the curtain of the changing room and stepped out, relieved to see the shop was empty. She raised her hand ever so slightly in farewell before slipping out the door and onto the pavement.

Bill would not be pleased about this, which was fine, because she would just not tell him. A wife had to have some secrets, after all. And besides, it was for both his and his brother's own good.

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