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fleur weasley is teaching your children theorems ([info]bleuet) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-02-28 21:47:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 02, !complete, bill weasley, fleur delacour, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley

Who: Fleur Weasley & the Trio.  Luna and Bill to join in! :)
What: Cooking dinner, and getting more settled in.
Where: Shell Cottage
When: Sunday night, 28 February
Rating/Warning: EXTREME AND DANGEROUS COOKING.

While she had been prepared for the possibility of having some long-term house guests with little notice, Fleur was finding herself more ruffled by the sudden arrival of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna a few days before than she had expected.  Yes, she had been hoping for their safety, and was thrilled at the prospect of being able to provide them a safe place to stay.  And, now that they were here, it was a pleasure to have their company.  This did not change the fact, however, that in a matter of a few hours she had gone from the life of a newly married couple to sharing the cottage with four refugee teenagers.  No matter how happy she was for their presence, it was a big change, and one that Fleur was still adjusting to.

So far things had been going well enough, considering the rather dire circumstances.  They had all been very helpful where they could, and were otherwise trying to become intrusive.  Fleur, likewise, had been doing her best to be patient and make them feel at home.  They deserved it, after all.  From what she'd gathered they'd been through, Fleur almost hated to ask them for anything.  Still, tonight, with Bill not yet home and dinner still to prepare, Fleur thought it couldn't hurt to see if any of them wanted to help out.  After all, she was going to be preparing a lot more food than usual - she'd seen Ron and Harry eat before, and knew full well how much young men were capable of eating.

On her way into the kitchen, she poked her head into the spare bedroom the four of them had been sharing and offered a pleasant smile. 

"I am about to start dinner.  Do not feel like you have to, but if any of you are feeling bored and want to join me, it could be nice," she said.  "To have company."


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[info]sonofastag
2010-03-01 03:43 am UTC (link)
All four of them had been exhausted and more than a little dirty and battered after their time with the Death Eaters, who hadn't been gentle with them. Some healing charms and rest though, and they were looking better.

Better enough that they were awake and arguing, at least. ". . . no, I wasn't seeing things. I swear, it was him. It was polyjuice or something, It was wearing off, right after you all got off, I turned around first. It was Snape," Harry was insisting as Fleur walked in. "I don't-" Harry cut himself off as she spoke, flushing a little.

He looked over at Fleur. "Ermm, thank you. You didn't have to do that," he told her. Harry trusted Fleur, and Bill. But he was just used to being closemouthed around everyone but Ron and Hermione. And Luna, now.

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[info]geroffme
2010-03-01 04:21 am UTC (link)
Ron was already shaking his head in disbelief, staring at Harry with an expression (by now surely familiar) that clearly showed that he thought he'd lost his mind. It lightened a little when Fleur invited them for dinner - he still had an embarrassing habit of looking at his shoes whenever she came into a room - but he couldn't let this stand, he really couldn't. "That'd be great," he mumbled, with a slightly pained smile, before turning his attention right back to Harry and his ridiculous claim.

"I'm pretty sure I wasn't seeing things, either, when I saw him kill Professor Dumbledore." Honestly, some things just couldn't get any simpler. "Neither were you. Why the hell would he show us the door? If it was him - which it wasn't, not nearly slimy enough - we'd have been ... followed, o caught up again, or something. The fact that we're sitting here now should be proof enough he had nothing to do with it."

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-01 05:00 am UTC (link)
Bill hurried through Diagon Alley with a single shopping bag that looked rather empty to the eye of a passerby. Little did the bystanders know, the bag was exceptionally full, to the point it was threatening to break the expanding charm Bill'd performed on the inside.

Trying to remain unnoticed, he'd spent the better part of the afternoon in a Muggle district shopping buying clothing, toiletries, food, and other supplies necessary for housing three teenagers. With the purchases stowed at his side, he was back in Diagon to pick up a few medicinal potions along with some pumpkin juice and other non-Muggle food essentials. Final purchases complete, he ducked into a nearby alcove between two shoppes and Apparated home to Shell Cottage.

Voices came from the kitchen and he ducked inside, setting the bag down on the ground and coming up alongside his brother Ron. He was still so relieved and thrilled to see the group that he slung an arm around his youngest brother and gave him an affectionate half-hug.

"Cheers," he said. "I brought clean clothes and some potions. Hopefully no one who knows I live with one other person noticed I was buying enough for a small army. A small, healthy, and terribly fashionable army at that."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2010-03-01 05:16 am UTC (link)
Hermione thought Harry had lost his mind as well. She also thought that it wasn't something they should be fighting about in front of Fleur or anyone else for that matter, because if they weren't certain there was no reason to get other people debating on it either. Unfortunately, it was rude to shush the boys right in front of the others, too, and she just glowered at Harry, clearly showing that she thought he was mad too.

"I don't think - " She started, but she was cut off with a crack of apparation. Unconsciously, she reached for her wand - only to be reminded for the thousandth time in the days they'd been at Shell Cottage that she no longer owned one. That it was broken, because she was muggleborn, when nothing had been done to Ron's or Harry's.

She winced, then tried to push the thought away. It was Bill, anyway, there was no reason to spend time thinking now on what she'd do about her wand. It was already keeping her up at night worried about it.

"They didn't have to be fashionable," she pointed out quietly, standing and stepping in to her shoes so that she could go and help in the kitchen. "Anything clean is better than what we've had the last few months."

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[info]bleuet
2010-03-01 05:27 am UTC (link)
Fleur had led them into the kitchen at a brisk pace and found her timing had been perfect, as Bill apparated barely a minute later and joined them. She was glad he had arrived when he did - there seemed to be some tensions still hanging over their guests. It was to be expected, and judging from what she'd overheard, they were trying to make sense of what they'd witnessed just a few days before.

She took hold of some of the things Bill had brought in and began to sort through the purchases. Muttering to herself approvingly, she set aside some of the food items that would work for tonight's dinner, then started to look through the clothing.

"Hm," she sighed, turning with a blue jumper in her hands and holding it out to Hermione. "This will be pretty. Clean and fashionable."

She looked over at Bill. "I thought we might keep this simple, tonight? I am a bit tired. Sandwiches? And there is some cake, I think..." Fleur moved to the cupboards to check.

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[info]sonofastag
2010-03-01 06:06 am UTC (link)
Harry glared briefly at Ron, though it was half-hearted. He KNEW he sounded like a nutter. But he also knew what he'd seen. He hated Snape. He didn't trust him. But he was certain that it had been Snape who got them out of their. "I don't know, all right? I saw him do that shite too. I'm not daft." He was really tired of being the only one who saw something though. "It'd be nice if you'd just take my word on it," he muttered. "It's not like I usually lie my head off." Well. Not to Ron, anyway.

He followed Fleur out, rubbing at his eyes and smiling a crooked, somewhat tense hello at Bill. "We can make our own. You don't have to wait on us or anything," he offered quickly. It was one thing when Molly wanted to take care of him, when Harry was at the Burrow. She was a mum-sort. Fleur was. . . well. Fleur.

Plus if she served Ron a sandwich, he might choke or something.

"Oh - clothes. Cheers, mate, thanks," he told Bill, stepping up to look at the clothes - which they all sorely needed.

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[info]geroffme
2010-03-02 03:04 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, I know." Ron gave Harry an emphatic shrug - he didn't think he was lying, and he was pretty sure Harry knew it. But he wasn't about to buy the story, all the same. He must have been mistaken, because it just didn't make any sense. ... Not that help from some Death Eater they'd never met was easy to puzzle out, either.

But now they were here, and for a little while, at least, they didn't need to sit around trying to figure out why they hadn't been brutally murdered. They could have a sandwich, and put on something that didn't smell like it had been out in the woods for months, and stop worrying. Or try, anyway. For some reason, the fact that Hermione had lost her wand was hanging over him and making him much more tense than he thought he should have been. Even when they weren't talking about it, it made it harder for him to know what to say - like trying not to step on the toes of someone who's sick relative had just died, or something. He didn't know what to make of it.

"Fantastic," he said with a smile, refraining for the moment from ducking out from under Bill's arm to go fight for a new shirt; Harry would probably leave him something. "It's been ages since we've had anything that's seen soap. - Or a proper sandwich. Or cake." Or anything. "You've got a nice place," he said quietly, when the thought suddenly struck him. Best he'd seen in a while, anyway.

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[info]lalalune
2010-03-03 02:04 am UTC (link)
Luna had been given first go at the bathroom, possibly because she'd been the one stuck in basements for the longest. The others had at least moved around a bit more, even if it hadn't been particularly comfortable. Or perhaps it had been so she could coax the pet mouse out of her hair and into the shoebox she'd been provided as a temporary cage for him. Either way, Luna had missed most of the conversation.

She returned now with clean hands and face, and holding a small box with a scrabbling mouse in it, to encounter the owner of the house returning. She felt unusually uncomfortable; she remembered Bill Weasley, of course. She'd grown up near the Weasleys, if not friends, and she had been invited to his wedding. But this was an odd situation, even for her. "Oh, hello," she greeted, glancing at him and her three friends. "I hope you won't mind Barnabas," she commented, lifting the box slightly, forgetting for a moment that he'd missed the moment his wife had seen the mouse peeking out of her hair.

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-04 06:46 pm UTC (link)
"Well, alright," he said to Hermione with a grin, retrieving a few pairs of jeans and shirts from the bag and passing them over to her. "They're clean, good clothes and that does count for the most."

He passed a few items to Ron as well, muttering "You don't have to jostle the others for them. Your jeans are a good few centimeters longer than Harry's so you've got your own set."

With a hand on Harry's shoulder, he passed over a set of clothes to the boy and shook his head. "The least we can do is make sandwiches for you lot," he said, winking at Fleur. "You should all relax. Though I'll let you pour out the pumpkin juice if you want."

He gestured to the jug he'd placed on the counter.

Glancing into the little box that Luna held out, he retrieved a bit of cheese from his food supplies and broke off at tiny chunk, offering it to the mouse.

"Not at all," he said. "He's lovely. Just keep him away from the owls."

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[info]bleuet
2010-03-04 11:33 pm UTC (link)
Fleur had begun to dole slices of bread onto the plates she'd laid out on the counter and was trying to figure out what to put on them. She knew her own tastes but when you had several other mouths to feed it was difficult to assume that everyone would want the same thing. Settling for a middle ground, she took down a large plate from one of the cupboards and laid out several varieties of meats and cheeses before bringing them to the table.

As she sought out some condiments, she called over to them, "Since I am sure you all do not like the same thing, this might be a little easier."

She set some jars down next to the plate and then returned to slice the cake up. As for the mouse...well, Fleur wasn't exactly thrilled to have it here, but she wasn't about to deny Luna her pet. So long as the animal stayed where it belonged.

"Where did the mouse come from?" she asked in what she hoped was a neutral enough tone.

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[info]cerebralwitch
2010-03-05 04:00 am UTC (link)
Hermione took the clothes and gave Bill a reassuring smile. "They'll be great, thank you." She'd enjoyed the shower, but trying to have one of the boys cast a scouring charm on them was enough to make her head hurt, and having clothes she hadn't been living in for the past months was a welcome change.

She helped with the mean where she could, and by the time that Luna came down at least things were almost ready for people to start assembling things themselves.

"Have you told the Order we're here?" She asked Bill, sitting down to the table with the plate of meats and the condiments.

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[info]sonofastag
2010-03-06 08:39 am UTC (link)
Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, but didn't bother arguing the case for Snape-sighting again. He knew what he saw. He'd just have to try to figure out why he'd seen it without them, if they wanted to think it'd been a trick. He knew what polyjuice wearing off looked like.

He couldn't help but smile at the mouse Luna had liberated. "Luna made friends with him while we were all held," he explained. It was a bit daft. But then, it was Luna. She'd made the best of a bad situation. It was something Harry admired her for a bit, really.

He took the set of clothes that were for him, setting them aside for the moment in favor of food. Food had a higher priority than clean, non-tattered clothes in Harry's mind. "Yeah, this is fine, thanks," he told Fleur quickly, starting to pile an improbable amount of meat and things onto bread. "They should know about Griphook too. And the bit about the goblins at Gringotts," he added after Hermione asked him about having told the Order.

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-08 05:36 am UTC (link)
"I mentioned it in my journal," Bill said. "So the Order knows, and Ginny's told the D.A. that you lot are safe. She sends her love to everyone. Fred and George have called a meeting for later this week, so we'll likely talk about the Gringotts issue and discuss some outreach work. It'd be great if we can convince Griphook to come along. Where is he?"

He glanced out the kitchen window to see the goblin pacing the yard.

"I hope he's been good to all of you. I knew him at work. He's not a bad guy. The goblins just have different priorities."

He made himself a quick ham and cheese sandwich and joined the group at the kitchen table, which had been magically expanded to fit the extra people, and several extra chairs conjured.

"Do you four still have your journals? I'm sure some of your school mates would love to hear you're okay from your own hand. And Ron, the rest of the Weasley kids are itching to talk to you. Mum and Dad too."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2010-03-18 02:50 am UTC (link)
"Ours are in the For - " Hermione started to answer, then she looked at Ron and Harry and cleared her throat before fixing herself, "Where we were camped. We hadn't expected to be captured, after all. If you didn't mind getting us new ones that could be useful..." She hadn't had many people that she'd worried about contacting, since Ron had rejoined them, but it would be nice to have a way to write to Ginny again.

Dinner as it passed was more quiet than Hermione would have expected, but she passed most of it lost in thoughts - their capture, their rescue and Harry's declaring that it was Snape who had let them free. Mostly, she thought about her wand, and about what Griphook had said about the Gringott's vault he'd been trying to access during his diversion. What could it be that they were hiding there? And how the devil would they be able to get to it in the best warded bank in the world?

After half an hour she excused herself, going into the living room to sit and wait for Harry and Ron to finish. They had quite a bit to talk about tonight.

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-18 02:56 am UTC (link)
Bill set about scrubbing the dishes while the other chatted around the table. Hermione slipping away to the living room didn't escape his notice and he seized the opportunity to talk to her alone. Drying his hands on a tea towel, he strode into the den and offered her a grin.

"Too wild in there for you?" he teased, sinking into the sofa alongside her. "Actually, I'm glad I caught you for a second. I got something else for you in Diagon besides the clothes but I didn't want to make a scene giving it to you."

He held out a box he'd picked up from the shopping bag on his way into the living room.

"It won't work perfectly and it's not the finest quality because I had to get it at a pawn shop as a collector's piece to avoid suspicion, but it's better than nothing."

He handed the slender box to her.

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[info]cerebralwitch
2010-03-18 03:05 am UTC (link)
Hermione blinked a few times, having to drag herself away from her runes translations - she could see the damned things behind her eyes, and in her sleep - to focus on what he was saying, and by the time she'd processed enough of that, he was handing her a slender box that could really only be one thing, at least she hoped it could only be.

She opened the box slowly, taking out the wand and suddenly, inexplicably, having to force herself to blink away tears.

"What's the core?" She asked, and she'd meant to say thank you, but she wasn't sure just yet that she could say it without launching herself at him to hug him.

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-18 03:09 am UTC (link)
"It's vine wood, with a unicorn hair," he said. "It's rather old, so the wood could use polishing, but I tried it out in the store and it worked pretty well on all the basics...disarmed with great power and managed a stunning spell that put the cashier out for a full minute."

He gave her a small pat on the shoulder.

"I'm sure I've got some polishing oil in the study somewhere. I'll dig for it tomorrow and leave it out for you."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2010-03-18 04:04 am UTC (link)
Hermione was very much opposed to crying, but that didn't seem as if it was going to stop the few stray tears that escaped, and she was quick to wipe them away. Her fingers were curled around the strange wand as if they weren't going to let it go.

"Thank you, Bill." She tried not to sound small as she said it.

Unicorn hair, that was going to take some getting used to. But she couldn't be too worried about how it would work now, when anything was better than the broken shards of her own wand.

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[info]dragonhideboots
2010-03-18 04:10 am UTC (link)
"You're most certainly welcome," he said with a smile. "It'll have to do until we win this thing and get you a proper one made again, right?"

He stood, picking up the discarded box and wrappings.

"I'll send the others out," he said, turning toward the kitchen. "I think we can have dessert in here later, don't you?"

Tossing the box in the rubbish bin, he return to the kitchen to dry the dishes, feeling not quite content but hopeful. He had faith that Harry and his brother and Hermione were going to help make things right again. But how, well, that was still a mystery.

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