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Hearing his name, spoken with a heavy accent, Ron turned around with some surprise. Seeing his sister in law, he let a big, ridiculous goofy grin slide onto his face (okay fine, even if he didn’t have a crush on her, she was still part Veela and he was a known idiot). “Fleur!” She was the first person he had seen that he knew, the first bit of promise that his loved ones would be here. His family, his friends - well, all the same thing to him, really. 

“Bloody hell, can’t believe you’re here. Would’a thought you were above America, too crass for you.” In his relief to see family, he pulled the blonde into a hug, although if he’d thought about it, he wouldn’t have been sure whether she’d be okay with that. “Glad you are though.” He patted her back lightly, eyes filled with hope. “What about Bill, is he here?” He couldn’t imagine his brother wanted to be away from her for long, not when she’d proven to be just as tough as any other girl in the family and chosen to stay with him. 

But he knew very well there was more to the story in this place. He had two lives here, the one that felt so real in his heart but he hadn’t seen proof until he saw Fleur, and then the one that he had always wanted but hadn’t made him happy when he got it. “Come on, let me buy you something to eat.” Not that he would have been able to make that offer before, but here he could. Here, he was different. 

it was as if someone finally heard all her prayers and made a decision she really deserves her family back. seeing ron was refreshing, she has almost forgotten how much love she held for him but once she laid eyes on him it all came flooding back to her. she could feel the huge rock of fear falling off of her heavy heart. she might’ve not known where is bill, her children, her friends, the rest of the weasley family... basically anyone she has loved and cherished but seeing the first glimpse of those familiar ginger hair gave her at least some reassurance and hope.

a soft chuckle escaped her lips as he spoke up. “believe me, it wasn’t my choice of place but oh well, here we are,” she replied with a sigh with her arms still around ron. she wasn’t naturally very affectionate, especially when it came to anyone other than bill and their children which usually meant people assumed she is cold or too stuck up if she can’t get over herself because of simple hug, however this, this is what she really craved. familiar arms holding her comfortly. it was almost like coming home after a long day to a house filled with music and the smell of good food. it made her eyes sparkle for a brief moment but that sparkle quickly faded away once ron mentioned bill’s name. “bill— bill is— i actually don’t know where he is and it is the worst feeling in the world. i have no idea where he is or what is happening with him, with the kids, with this place... and it’s driving me insane. bloody hell.”

being isolated from her family made fleur think a lot. maybe too much for her own sake. she shook her head to avoid another negative thought entering her mind and looked up at her brother-in-law and smiled sadly. “let’s go. i wish your mum was around with her chicken and ham pie. whenever she came over to see us, she’d bring one and bill and i used to eat the whole thing when kids fell asleep. then we just sat on the sofa because we were so full we couldn’t move.”

                          andromeda  watched  the  blonde  for  a  few  moments  as  she  tried  to  recite  the  spell.  she  could  see  the  frustration  rolling  from  the  other.  ‘  the  wand  can  sense  the  frustration.  ‘  andromeda  said  giving  her   a  small  smile,  pulling  her  own  wand  out  from  her  boot.  givng  a  light  fling  of  her  wrist  andromeda  herself  uttered  the  incantation.  ‘  lumos.  ‘  watching  the  wand  tip  light  made  her  smile.  turning  back  to  the  blonde.  ‘  take  a  deep  breath  and  then  try.  more  gentle  with  the  wand  movement  as  well.  ‘ 

fleur felt so paranoid lately, she got all jumpy and it was quite easy to scare her by just walking past her quietly so it was understandable why she flinched when she heard someone speak up. once she calmed down her breathing she took in the other girl’s words. the wand can sense the frustration. it was so simple and so obvious it didn’t make sense to fleur why she didn’t think of it. she tried every possible book on how to bring her magic back and nothing worked. maybe she really should’ve just let go and calm down her nerves. fleur watched the other female casting the simple spell and a small smile appeared on her lips as the tip of the wand lit up. fleur felt like she was about to cry happy tears just because there was an actual magic at this place. the same magic she had back home. she wasn’t crazy, her magic didn’t leave her, she was just- just frustrated. she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before she noded slightly and tried it gentler, focusing on staying calm and collected. “lumos,” fleur whispered it, like she was scared that saying it out loud would scare it off, and she watched a small dot of light appear on the tip of her wand for a brief moment.

Logan can just came in the bar and sat down next to her. He wasn’t doing anything, really, and was relaxing for a while, ordering a beer himself. He heard her thoughts and wanted to say something before she noticed him. “Sorry,” he said honestly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just got here and I just wanna say that I wanna go home too, but I can’t,” he answered with a simple shake of his head. “At least, I don’t think so. I think my family would be shocked if they see me now.”

the train of thoughts in fleur’s head didn’t show any sign of stopping. she often even seemed  to forget about her surroundings making her unaware of what or who is around her escalating to fleur scaring herself. “no, no, don’t apologize. my mind wandered off... again. it happens a lot lately,” fleur replied with a small smile. she was happy someone felt the same way as her, at least she didn’t feel as weird as she did when she arrived and everyone looked beyond pleased with the place. “no, we can’t. i already tried a few things that should’ve worked but since i am here you can probably guess how those went. why would they be shocked? wouldn’t they be happy that you’re home with them?”

The french accent makes Tilly turn around in curiosity as she tilts her head to the side, a small laugh escaping. “You’ve caught me then.” She states and points to the shelf behind her. “I was looking for a book called Sanditon, it’s by Jane Austen, and the last book she wrote before passing.” She explains through her own accent, but in a quieter tone. “I’m much more used to the library back at an old school of mine, even if it’s been a decade since I left, it’s still home.”

a small smirk appeared on fleur’s lips as she heard the other girl admitting defeat. unfortunatelly fleur wasn’t familiar with the book despite how much time she has spend in the library. unlike many people fleur used to go to the library to gain more knowledge and not to escape reality because her reality used to like straight up from a romance novel. “i might not help you finding the exact book but maybe checking out the romance literature department would help?” fleur asked with a small comforting smile before it widened. “oh... you have no idea how much i can relate to that. i loved the library we had in our school. i used to spend most of my free time there,” fleur replied softly with her gaze wandering off to the past times she has spent in beauxbatons.

“Wow, a cuppa sounds perfect, actually,” Martin said, bright revelation in his voice. Why hadn’t he thought of that earlier? Her suggestion was like a comforting blanket of… comfort. A reminder of solid tradition from home, where he made no less than three pots of tea per day for the others at the archive. He was suddenly struck with a horrific thought. “Oh, god. The tea is normal here, isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure he could take the shock if it ended up being something really strange in this universe– or really strange in America. 

a small smile spread across her lips at his agreement before she headed the way to nearby café she managed to find on her own. “yeah it is, don’t worry,” she giggled. “i haven’t found a reasonable explanation but everything seems to be pretty much same, at least in my case and well not everything but almost everything,” fleur replied while playing with her fingers nervously. fleur still hasn’t felt like herself, there wasn’t anything wrong (except being who knows where obviously) but not having her other half by her side and knowing his presence was there made her feel kind of unsafe. “i’m fleur by the way.”

fleur didn’t even let her niece finish before she spoke again, not aware of she said at first. “i don’t care if he stabbed you first, that is not the way of dealing with proble- HE DID WHAT?” fleur’s eyes widened and the heat of anger reached her neck and cheeks turning them crimson. “i will fucking kill him,” the blonde whispered, a wave of shock flooding her body as she sweared and even though it was very rare it was still understandable why fleur used the words she used. fleur might’ve appeared gentle, a fairy like someone could say, but when it came to her family and love ones, fleur could turn into someone unrecognizable.

Arthur had been reading a book he’d picked a day ago so when he’d initially heard a woman talking he slipped his recite into the book to hold his place before he stood up and looked around trying to find the speaker. “That question in particular had burdened my mind as well. But sometimes the question has an answer that either no one knows the answer to or the answer is something to sinister to believe. Honestly I’m not sure if that’s fully correct though.” He stated as soon as he saw the speaker but then he nearly dropped his book when he heard her raise her voice. “My apologies, I had no intention of ‘scaring the hell’ out of you. I was merely trying to be helpful but now that I think about it I probably should have kept my mouth shut.” A faint hint of a smile crossed his lips as he tried to compose himself.

fleur’s question wasn’t for anyone specific, she was just thinking out loud and letting her frustration get its own voice. it was frustratic indeed, not knowing what is going on. as the top of her class, fleur always had an answer to every question her teachers have asked, even those ones she didn’t think she knew the answer to. however this, being thrown into the unknown waters, was like a torture to her. “no, my apologies, i just- i guess i’ve been feeling quite uneasy lately,” fleur replied with a small sigh, her slender fingers tapping the cup. “back to your answer, i believe that someone always have an answer to any question. it doesn’t matter whether its a fact or a hypothesis. either one of them is counting as a valuable answer or at least something to start with to get to the root of the problem.”

fleur couldn’t help the smile creeping upon her lips. she didn’t expect any other answer from this wise woman. “but the fun shouldn’t be controlled, mrs mcgonagall. even i learned that from the weasleys and i had the proper french education growing up. you know how those french governesses can get,” the blonde giggled, softly nudging the other female just to get that rare out of her.

wandering around the library beyond what their initial goal in coming here had been a little foolish, in hindsight, distracted with all of the other books on the shelves. they were plenty of titles that she recognized – classics, mostly, that she had never actually had the chance to go through and read. reading had always been such a struggle for them and there’d been a point where it had been easy to just not. on jakku, she’d never received any kind of education, never learned to read. she was lucky to have a fake life in that regard. it gave her something that their real life hadn’t. “i need to do some research,” lips twist into a frown for a brief moment before warm chocolate eyes turn up toward the other. she was beautiful, almost overwhelmingly so. for a brief moment, rey stared before catching herself. “there are so many books about the same thing. fiction and nonfiction. i never really realized that there could be so much. i’ve never really spent any time in a library.”

the books have always been some sort of shelter for fleur. whatever happened or negatively affected her she knew she could always run off to library, pick a book and jump out of her own reality to some unknown world where everything was different and maybe in some ways even better. during her time on beauxbatons she has always worked hard on her achievements what lead her to hours spent in library within the castle walls. not that she would complain. “what kind of research?” fleur asked curiously. “i could help you,” she spoke again, a smile forming on her lips but it quickly faded away as she reached for her wand wanting to help the young woman find the very specific thing she would need but then she realized her wand was useless here. it didn't work. at least not yet, fleur refused to give up so easily. she looked up at the brunette, cracking a small half smile as she caught her staring for a moment but she didn't mention it. “in a way yeah you could say they are about the same thing but there's many differences about each of them. every single one of the books is special in a way. one is covering this part of the topic, the next one is covering the other part. they are even taken from different points of view. that's the beauty of it all. now, what is that you are looking for, chéri?”

veils of secrecy were luring fleur towards the unknown. she has always had curious mind, always wanting to reveal the hidden. no challenge was hard enough for her to take on. fleur hated when people saw her just like a pretty face. she had a brain too, you know, but people have always seemed to forget about that, forget about her success and independence. of course, for her parents, and bill of course, she was a true gem. they were the only people who saw her for more than her looks. without them fleur usually found herself in library un the company of books — at least they didn't judge her for her looks. in such short period of time she has spent in the town, she spent majority of it in library so it was no surprise she knew where pretty much everything was, unlike the girl she noticed earlier. it seemed like she was looking for something specific hoping that by going through the shelves countless times it will appear there. “whatever you're looking for is obviously not there. need help?” fleur spoke out loud not taking eyes off of the book in her hands.

this town, for some odd reason this town worked and provided home to many but what else was its purpose? new beginning perhaps? a chance to start over and make up for our mistakes? it must be that otherwise fleur didn't understand why she's seen bellatrix around. fleur vividly remembered fighting against her and other death eaters worshipping lord voldemort in the battle of hogwarts. she also remembered molly killing bellatrix so why on earth is she here? does the fact bellatrix was here meant anyone who has been deceased can come alive again in this town?

fleur couldn't help herself but stare at the woman. she obviously underestimated the whole situation. new questions were appearing with minutes making fleur's mind even more confused than ever. mon dieu, fleur, put yourself together. her inner voice demanding of the confidence lying within her made her walk up to the raven haired woman with a small smirk. “i can't believe my eyes. bellatrix lestrange. a sight i thought i will never see again.” 

there was at least one thing fleur found herself liking at this place, well there were more than one thing but fleur had hard time admitting that, and those were the little french looking cafés in the hidden streets of the town. she couldn't help but to love the moments she had with friends over a warm cup cappuccino. “honestly? i have never been a big sports fan but i miss quidditch matches more than i expected,” fleur sighed, her lips pouted slightly as she looked at the girl at the other side of the coffee table. “and butterbeer, mon dieu !!”

being at this place made her even lonelier than she has ever felt. there was no one to hold her hand as she walked ahead of the unknown, unlike back home where she got used to bill by her side. maybe this place, this situation she got stuck in was a way of some higher power giving her a new start... or maybe a way to punish her for something. all fleur knew was that she didn’t like it a single bit and she felt like a sobbing muggle child on the first day of school begging its mother to take them back home.

walking around has cleared fleur’s head at least a bit, made her think a lot but it was the good thinking, the one when you feel like you’re going back in time and remember all the good in your life and in the world itself... the pain hitting afterwards isn’t that good. fleur stopped in her tracks as she spotted a coffee stand at the sidewalk to grab cup in the go. the bitter liquid traveled down her throat, filling her chest with a warm feeling for a brief moment. “why are we even here? what’s the whole point? — ugh, i just want to go home,” fleur spoke up her thoughts out loud not being aware of the person nearby before the spoke. “merlin’s beard !! you scared the hell out of me !!”