Bienvenu|| Fleur

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall “See you tomorrow!” Iris called out as she left the shop, the bell above the door sounding as she pushed through. She loved early shifts if only for the fact that she still had the entire day ahead of her when she got off work. She had a million things to do that day though, including grocery shopping and buying some more cat food for Mr. Whiskers. She was running low and didn’t want to wait until the last minute to pick up some cans of wet food. He always made sure to let his displeasure be known in various manners, including but not limited to shredding her curtains and peeing on her bed. She was also considering buying an owl. She hadn’t been in the habit of sending off frequent letters, but with the amount she had been sending and receiving in turn, continuing to use a post owl was inefficient and growing rather costly. In the long run it would be better to have her own, and it would be more convenient if she ever wanted to send off a letter when the post was closed. Besides, the post owls could be very nippy sometimes. She’d had to bandage her fingers from the last one pecking at them as she took the letter from it. Damned thing, she’d even given it treats when it fluttered in. Caught in her thoughts, Iris didn’t notice the blonde woman cross her path and she very nearly ran her over, reaching out to put her hands on the other girl’s shoulders in time to steady them both. She would have felt horrible if she’d caused them both to fall on the hard ground, not to mention even more embarrassed than she already was. “Sorry!” She exclaimed, quickly retracting her hands. “Didn’t mean to bumble into you like that. I should be paying more attention to where I’m walking.” Some perceptive wizard she was. There went a mark on her future Auror exam. That was, if she even made it past the writing competency test she had been scheduled for. Normally she had a little bit more confidence in herself but it was hard not to worry about it when this was the career she had set her heart on. © melly welly at caution 2.0 & LYRICS BY REGINA SPEKTOR Welcome to the site!

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[fleur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… On the days Fleur didn’t have work she usually sat around her house either cleaning or cooking. She was still relatively new to the area, and England, so she didn’t have many friends. Sure she knew some people, but they could hardly be considered her friends. Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure they liked her. She tried, really she did, but no one seemed to understand that. Being honest, she could be a bit standoffish at times, but really she wasn’t all that bad of a person. She couldn’t stand the thought of spending another day cooped up in her flat though on her day off. It was lonely, and she was going positively stir crazy in there. So, instead of waking up and cleaning like she normally would have, she slipped on her light blue cloak and headed out the door. Instead of cooking, she decided to grab breakfast along the way. Today she was going to treat herself. It was her day… Also, her house was practically out of food. Really, she needed to go out more instead of just to work and back home. She was going to become one of those lonely unmarried women with cats or owls. Inwardly she shuddered at the thought. Those seemed dirty to her, and that wasn’t something she was into. So, closing the door behind her as she left her flat she headed down the road. Maybe she needed a companion though. It wasn’t a terrible thought, and maybe if she could find a clean white cat that would be okay. As she walked down the cobblestone she hadn’t even noticed a girl who bumped into her, almost knocking her on the ground if it weren’t for her hands on Fleur’s shoulders. “You should watch where you are going!” she exclaimed, brushing off her skirt and taking a step from the woman. When she looked at her, Fleur felt a bit badly at her reaction. The girl did apologize. Fleur frowned for a moment before smiling. “I’m sorry too. I wasn’t looking where I was going. You started me.” She tried to explain why her reaction was so rude. It was just her automatic reaction; truly she hadn’t meant anything by it. The last thing she wanted was for more women to dislike her. “I’ve never see you before around ‘ere.” She noted, looking the girl over. Her face was naturally pretty. Fleur wished that she had eyes that color. Clearly she wouldn’t have seen this girl around though. Since she almost never left the house. That was so horrible to think about, like she was some old woman or something. “My name eez Fleur.” She waited for the girl to speak, wondering what she was planning on doing with her day. Maybe Fleur could get some ideas of what she was supposed to be doing as well. Restocking her fridge was always an option, but she didn’t get paid until two days later. It wasn’t that she lacked the money either. She had her parent’s money, but she didn’t want to use it. The idea of having her own was more appealing and made her feel more accomplished when she bought things. She felt like she was living her own life, and really she was, though it hadn’t completely sunk in yet. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE | 552 WORDS | NOTES: Hello! Thank you!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall “It’s okay, really!” Iris laughed a little sheepishly. “I probably deserved that sort of reaction since I nearly shoved you to the ground. I’m not usually that clumsy, I promise.” She wasn’t sure why she said that as this woman probably didn’t care whether or not she was clumsy normally as they had no relation to one another. The only thing that mattered at this point was whether or not she had hurt her and obviously that wasn’t a problem as she had apparently only startled her into a bit of rudeness. “Fleur, huh? That’s fantastic, my name is Iris. We’re both named after flowers,” she grinned. Although technically, of course, Fleur was named after basically all flowers in general. It was still sort of a discussion point and the woman seemed to want to stick around a bit and chat. She had a sort of an accent so Iris assumed she was foreign. She wondered if she had just moved to the area from her native country. If so, it was probably very lonely for her. “I live in one of the flats nearby,” she replied with a small smile. “It’s in one of the Wizarding communities, thankfully. I work at the Second Hand Robe Shop so I’m always in and out of the area either working or picking up groceries and things. Today I was thinking about picking up an owl but I can‘t decide if I should go grocery shopping before or after I do it.” She was definitely rambling a bit but it seemed to be one of those days for her. She was probably still in selling mode where talking to people usually got them to look around a bit more and got her commissions up. “If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from?” She didn’t want to make the assumption that she was French just because her name was. Some purebloods used French names for their children because it was the popular thing to do. Really it either made them snotty or got them teased a bunch in school, Iris had noticed. © melly welly at caution 2.0 & LYRICS BY REGINA SPEKTOR omg it took me forever to get to 350 words

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[fleur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… The girl laughed and Fleur was relieved that she wasn’t mad. It was weird to experience. Most people couldn’t stand her after she spoke to them like that. This girl on the other hand just laughed it off like it was nothing. “No, you didn’t deserve zat, really.” It was true that she didn’t. The girl seemed nice enough. “I’m clumsy sometimes myself,” she tried to lighten it up more between the two of them by saying she was the same. Truthfully, she wasn’t all that clumsy, except for in that moment she had been. Generally she was quite graceful. She hoped he girl wasn’t hurt at all and hadn’t of even thought of asking her before reprimanding her. Maybe she did need to work on her attitude a bit. It had gotten better since she moved though, a lot better. “Iris is a pretty name,” she replied, smiling at how they were named after flowers. Well, sort of. Iris was a specific type of flower while Fleur wasn’t. She was surprised to see that Iris didn’t leave yet either. Maybe she actually didn’t mind talking to her. This was a change for her, seeing as she didn’t have many female friends, around here anyway. If this girl wanted to talk to her then maybe she could be her friend too? She didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. “I live in one of the flats too,” she replied, wondering if maybe they could be neighbors. If they were, Fleur would have hoped she would have noticed this girl before though. “I work part-time at Gringotts,” she told her, wondering what it was like working at second-hand robes shop. It sounded almost dirty, but she immediately hated that thought. That was horrible of her to think that. “What do you do zere?” She asked, smoothing her dress down. “An owl? I was thinking of buying a cat. I’m not used to being alone.” She thought about the owl thing and furrowed her eyebrows. “I would buy eet after you go shopping. So you don’t bring an owl to a store.” She crinkled her nose, thinking of an owl in a food store. Where are you from? Fleur looked back up at her and smiled. Apparently her English still wasn’t very good. She didn’t expect it to be though. There were a lot of words that she still couldn’t say. “I’m from France.” She wondered if the girl had gone to Hogwarts, but assumed she might have seen her while back during the Tri-Wizard. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE | 418 WORDS | NOTES: I know how you feel!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall “I doubt that,” Iris replied and grinned. “You look like you could be some sort of ballerina or something.” Of course Iris wouldn’t know it, but it was probably due to the fact that Fleur was a quarter Veela. However, she was a little bit surprised. From her first reaction, she had assumed Fleur would storm off without a backwards glance but it seemed she wanted to talk a little bit more. It was a nice change (Iris should really learn to stop assuming things about people) and so she didn’t mind it at all. Her grocery shopping could wait a bit, the stores didn’t close for awhile. “Thanks!” She had to admit, she felt a bit flattered by the compliment from a stranger, though she felt a little bit awkward about returning it, like she was just trading pleasantries or something and she had already told the woman she looked like a ballerina. “I wonder if you live in the same court that I do. That would be ironic.” She was curious when Fleur said she worked for Gringotts, thinking it was a bit unusual. “What do you do there? I’ve only ever seen goblins when I go there. Or at least I’ve only noticed them because, well, goblins.” She was basically muggleborn, after all, so seeing magical creatures like that always fascinated her. “Oh, usually I go to pubs, or shop around at the clothing stores. Not the one I work at, of course,” she added hastily. “Sometimes I spend time out in the muggle areas because they have a lot of great shopping opportunities too.” Iris shrugged her shoulders. “Pretty average stuff.” She would have mentioned going to the movies and things but she didn’t want to come off as strange, and it wasn’t really something you could bring a wizard who had grown up knowing what they were to. They would spend the entire time either very confused or exclaiming loudly at the mysteries of muggle science and whatnot. She didn’t like having to imply that her friends had a mental disorder to keep people from calling security. “Cats are nice to have, I have one,” Iris tapped her finger on her chin as she thought for a moment. “They’re pretty easy to care for, you just have to buy them toys and food and clean the litter box. Mine is pretty spoiled though and makes me spend a lot of time with him. Not that I have anything better to do right now.” She had a point, though. The owl might react badly to being in a grocery store and others would probably not appreciate it. “You’re from France?” She gaped for a moment. “What are you doing here of all places? It’s so bloody boring.” © melly welly at caution 2.0 & LYRICS BY REGINA SPEKTOR I don't even know

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… “You look like you could be some sort of ballerina or something.” Hearing this just made Fleur smile. No one had told her anything like that recently. Not much of anything at all had been said to her. It was nice talking to someone, and it was nice being complimented. “I can be, sometimes,” she smiled. It was true. For the most part she was rather graceful, and that was the Veela in her. Other times though, she could be a bit clumsy. It did happen and that was probably just the human in her. She wondered if the other girl liked her, and the thought of just having someone to talk to besides through a letter was refreshing in itself. “You’re welcome,” she replied, her accent a bit thicker than intended. She frowned. Her English could still use a little work, and she had been hoping that it was going well. She could speak it though and that was the first step. “We might, at least I would know someone around zere.” She didn’t know a soul that lived by her, and none of them seemed interested in getting to know her either. One would think having Veela in them attracted friends, but really it didn’t help much. It attracted staring and people trying to do weird things to impress her, but that wasn’t real. She craved real human interaction, like this one right now. “In Gringotts? I just help with paperwork and zings like zat.” She made a face, realizing how awkward her words sounded. Really she needed to work on that. “Zee Goblins are not zee nicest of creatures.” She said, understanding why the girl only saw them. “I’m more ‘idden in the building. A different floor zen zee main level.” She smiled and hoped the girl didn’t laugh at her words. They did sound funny and really she was trying but this English thing wasn’t really. Truthfully she’d prefer just speaking in French but no one at all would understand her. The whole thing was just a touch frustrating. She imagined the girl going to pubs and couldn’t help but crinkle her nose. Weren’t places like that dirty? She never gave them a chance so Fleur hadn’t a clue. Maybe she would try to go one day. There was a slim chance that she could like it. Weirder things have happened. “I love shopping,” she said excitedly, wondering if this girl would ever want to shop with her. Really, she loved shopping. Clothes were like an addiction for her and though it might have been a teensy bit of a problem, she still enjoyed it very much. “Muggle shopping?” She questioned, never heard of doing what before. It seemed interesting though and she wondered if their clothes were different than the clothes she had. “I’d love to see what zat is like,” she admitted, not knowing the first step of where to go for Muggle clothes shopping. Apparently this girl had a cat too and that only made Fleur consider one more. “I might get one, zat doesn’t seem too ‘ard. My flat gets lonely.” She said, frowning. The girls next comment made her laugh. “It eez a little. I’m ‘ere to improve my English, which clearly needs ‘elp,” she smiled, poking fun at herself. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE | 550 WORDS | NOTES:

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