#delacourage

            ‘’     i’ve heard about you,    ‘’     there’s a small pause ; words coming out slow and tight lipped ; but not once does his gaze falter from her.   ‘’        the dealcours, being  veela.   is it more of a blessing or a curse for you?   ‘’

A few years ago, Neville would have been swooning at the thought of talking to Fleur Delacour. And... alright, a part of him still was. But so much had changed in such a short time. New priorities took precedence. “I’d rather go out fighting than sit here doing nothing. There’s too many people doing nothing.” His voice trembled slightly at the admission, but he didn’t hesitate with it.

his sister’s home had been busy from the minute he arrived, though he supposed that was to be expected when a wedding was being planned, yet in spite of the chaos he hadn’t managed to miss the way his nephew and fleur looked at each other. “lass, i don’t know who’s told you otherwise but that’s plain to see.”

STARTER / @delacourage​

He does his best to keep a straight face for as long as possible, staring down the young woman as she tries to figure out whether he’s joking. But he can’t keep it up for ever and soon he’s in bits, a hearty laugh that doesn’t stop until he’s wheezing. “I’m kidding, lass,” he finally says, patting her on the shoulder. He feels a little cruel, the rest of the family was giving Fleur a hard enough time without him joking while she was on edge.

this is spousal abuse

one fear tm

“Fleur Delacour, right?” Oliver asked and stuck his hand out to the woman. “Oliver Wood, we have never properly met, I graduated the year before the triwizard tournament but you competed along one of my best friends, Cedric. It’s an honor to meet you.”