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Oct. 4th, 2004 12:13 amFleur dumps her tea in utter shock all over the table. Behind her, the landscape passes quickly. “You want me to what?” she asks in complete shock.
Lady Von Strauss smiles into her tea. “I want you to do your family honor. Prove you worth.”
“Honor? HONOR? YOU ARE INSANE!” Fleur stands and does not care any more that she is making a spectacle of herself. The train is mostly empty, her mother is standing idly by, and they want her to—to— “I will not!”
“You will. You will, and you will enjoy it.” Von Strauss smiles again, all fangs and her eyes glow a dark, sick yellow. “Or, do you want my little one to do it?” Her eyes turn to Gabrielle.
Her mother finally acts and moves protectively in front of her youngest daughter. Fleur’s mouth falls open, and she stares at her grandmother in utter shock.
“You—you would do no such thing! You would not!”
Von Strauss smiles again and sips her tea. “Well, what is your choice?”
Fleur gulps. Bernardopheliabernard, help me. Help me.
“I will do as you ask. I will…win over your Dark Lord.”
“You will show him what only a quarter veela can do. If a mutt like you can win him over, than what can a full blood do for him?”
And her grandmother laughs, her mother cringes, and Fleur sits back down slowly and prays for the first time in her life.
Lady Von Strauss smiles into her tea. “I want you to do your family honor. Prove you worth.”
“Honor? HONOR? YOU ARE INSANE!” Fleur stands and does not care any more that she is making a spectacle of herself. The train is mostly empty, her mother is standing idly by, and they want her to—to— “I will not!”
“You will. You will, and you will enjoy it.” Von Strauss smiles again, all fangs and her eyes glow a dark, sick yellow. “Or, do you want my little one to do it?” Her eyes turn to Gabrielle.
Her mother finally acts and moves protectively in front of her youngest daughter. Fleur’s mouth falls open, and she stares at her grandmother in utter shock.
“You—you would do no such thing! You would not!”
Von Strauss smiles again and sips her tea. “Well, what is your choice?”
Fleur gulps. Bernardopheliabernard, help me. Help me.
“I will do as you ask. I will…win over your Dark Lord.”
“You will show him what only a quarter veela can do. If a mutt like you can win him over, than what can a full blood do for him?”
And her grandmother laughs, her mother cringes, and Fleur sits back down slowly and prays for the first time in her life.