Never too busy to write to mamon (Fleur)

[victoire weasley]

It was rare that one might see the eldest Weasley in Hogwarts upset. So very often, Victoire was a carefree spirit and that was how she liked to be, and being the one that younger members looked to from time to time, there were few outside Dominique, Louis and Fleur who would see otherwise.

So it was odd that a tear streaked Victoire’s face as she kissed her daily letter to her mother and attached it to the leg of Puffs, Fleur’s owl. She brushed it aside, now that there was little chance of staining the paper, she and Teddy had rowed, such had been starting to be a more frequent occurrence recently, the stupid thing was that she could not really say what they had argued about. She was feeling drained and had had a headache as she had wrote her letter, putting to use the calligraphy she had slaved over learning.

Dearest mamon,
I hope that my letter finds you and papa well, my thoughts are with you when they are not on my work. Yes, I am the picture of innocence here, I actually do pay attention to my lessons more than that may sound. I have to, the NEWTs really are much harder than anything I prepared for in my OWL years.

So it has been busy, but student life goes on, as short a time as I have left now. Dominique is getting on fine with her OWLs work, whatever she tells you, the poor dear went to bed early with a headache, or she claims she went to bed, I have heard that she is keeping her light on until the early hours.

Teddy and I…we argued. Again. I don’t even know how it started, I know that it is not healthy for us, that we should not be arguing, but the slightest thing, the slightest stupidest thing starts it all off, and it is grinding us both down. I fear that I may be losing him, mamon, or that we are losing each other. We have never had to work hard, we have always just been, but we have had stormclouds hanging over us for far too many nights for it to be healthy.

But I am babbling like a lovesick puppy, which is ironic given that is how most of the boys look at me, the scorner becomes the object of her scorn. We shall work things out, I am sure, it just seems harder than it has any right being now.

How are things at Shell Cottage? I hope you and grandmumma haven’t shared too many cross words, as amusing as the whole situation seems at times.

I need to get back to my NEWTs work, my Potions scroll is not writing itself, alas.

For now and for always, your daughter,
Victoire Weasley.

PS: I found your red lipstick in the bottom of my bag. I borrowed it and put it down and packing was such a rush…I’ll get around to sending it back the next time I remember to bring it to the owlery with me.

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[fleur weasley]

Shell Cottage was always beautiful with the golden glow of morning and the gentle lapping of the waves against the beaches when the sounds of wings fluttering alerted the young woman standing in her bedroom going through her closet for the fourteenth time that morning she wanted something soft and pretty. She wanted something she'd not worn before maybe. She was already settled on a simple flowing white lace sun-dress with no shoes when the owl tapped at the window. She smiled at the Owl. "Bon Jour Fluffs." she said to the owl taking the snowy owl in and placing her on her favorite perch just over her vanity table. The letters were the only thing that kept the veela blooded woman from being so terribly lonely in the big empty house. With Bill at work she should probly get herself together too and meet Bill for lunch so he didn't have to be by himself. Taking the letter with her she slipped down stairs to her dining room to fix herself a cup of tea and write her eldest child back.

Though she felt a strange stirring of concerns for the elder girl as she read. It was normal for a teenager to go through these swings and things. Yet, there was something more to the words that Victorie was not telling her she could tell. Maybe it was that even she didn't know.


Darling,
Your father and I are fine we are both trying to keep busy with the whole terribly tragic news of Harry and his family. I know that you are safe at school. Still it worries me if something could get to Harry that it could infiltrate anywhere. Mind yourself and your siblings...I can not stress that enough. The Newts aren't as bad if you just remember that you thought the same thing of the Owls a year before you grow older you experience and you learn. I have all the faith in the world in you. After all you got not just my beauty but my brains as well! As you know my thoughts are always with you my babies so far away from me.

Dom needs to be more careful with how late she is up that can not be good for her complexion nor for her mind. If she is to absorbed she will forget more than she learns. Your father assured me this can happen seems it happened to the twins or something. I do not know I am sure your genetics will keep you both perfectly perfect. Still I am sure if it were to bad she would tell me in her letters. She is busy learning this is a fact of life I know and doesn't have as often to write. I recall my first years at Bubaxtons and know that things do get tense.

Aw, that is terrible arguing with Teddy you two seemed so happy before you left for Hogwarts! I know that sometimes this is the way of things. Your father and I do not argue so much because we are of like minded ness. We know our own thoughts and can share them. If you can not share your thoughts with out raised voices it is best not to linger on the subject. If you are so concerned of it, step back give him space and let him fly. You can not cage love, it will become resentful it will become forced. No true love can be where there is the pretenses of one being happy while the other is not. If he comes back to you than he is yours and if he does not. Than it was never meant to be to begin with. I do not know what could happen. Our Teddie is usually such an agreeable boy. Have you tried to ask him why he's gotten in such a flutter ? That might be best. Or Maybe I will owl him myself and see how he is.

There is so much going on at the moment I do not doubt there is bound to be stress. Resentment and all those failing emotions. Do not become disinhearted and do not give up. You are after all my daughter, and you know that this would happen. Men will want you, Woman will want to be you, or hate you. It is a life you must accoustom yourself to the older and prettier you get that is the fact of it. Veela blood does not come without its bad side. You will find the temper grows too. Try not to hex anyone darling.

No your grandmother and I have pretty much bonded over your Grandpa Aurthur's unhealth interest in making home movies of his own. He is not very good at it bless him. He tries though I will give him that. You Grandmere is very annoyed about him catching her with her hair down or not done. I find I photograph well. Still that is to be expected. Your dad is very good at dodging his father and the camera though...I don't thinks he's been in but two or three frames. Bless him.

Potions are always fun..I rather like the mixing myself. Good luck and best wishes for your work darling. I will be sending this out tonight. I am adding my locket in this letter with your fathers picture and mine. Just so you feel less alone. Of course we love and miss you and look forward to Holiday..

Love you Always,
Mommy.

P.S: Oh, I have so many it is fine keep it. I perfer the shell pink anyways.

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[victoire weasley]

Calligraphy was a fine art, and it was certainly nice to look at, but it could be more expressive than any other form of writing. Victoire had been upset and, likely, her mother could tell in the slant of her letters, the angle of her sentences, that something was not quite right. This was not about missing home, Victoire had loved the beaches sure enough, she liked water and had not quite understood her mamon’s concerns over the lake, but this was different.

In truth, Victoire was upset, and confused, and these were feelings she was not used to. It had been a little better that day, and she had smiled at Fleur’s letter, it had kept her in good spirits, chuckling about her grandpapa with a, what do the muggles call it? A video camera. And grandmere’s reaction to being caught with her hair down. She had also put on her mamon’s locket, feeling much better for seeing it and for having it close to her. But things were no better between she and Teddy and it was just something that the veela blooded young woman could not settle herself about. She also felt that things were getting past the stage where they could easily be reoaired.

She sighed as she tucked her latest letter into the thong of Snowball, her own owl, since they could hardly expect one to make the trip twice a day every day.

Dearest mamon,
Oui, I can imagine that things are not so easy out there. I wish that I had had more time to get to know Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny, the staff here are trying just as hard to keep busy, I feel. And to improve the charms around Hogwarts, so I feel that we should be safe enough here. It does not stop me worrying about you though, I have only heard stories of that time but they seem real enough now. The best thing we can do is to take life as it comes.

I shall pass on your advice to Dom, it is not healthy, I know this, I think that she does. I shall help her where I can, the OWLs are manageable, and I know that I wish I had someone to make me understand that when I was stressing out about them myself, not because I thought that I would not do well, and she shouldn’t either, but anything can happen.

Things have been getting this way for a while. I don’t know how to explain it, it feels like nothing is working, it is not something that I have known, ever, and it’s wrong in so many ways. I know that girls my age go through things, or that they have been through them, but I thought that I had passed that. I know that love cannot be forced, that a pretty face is not enough, but we had never been about that, or I thought we hadn’t, I don’t know how much of what I knew I actually know now, how much of how I knew Teddy I know. I think that I need to deal with this myself at the moment, mamon, it might be something that we can sort out, or I hope that it is, I may have to take your advice and let him go as much as I know that will hurt. I cannot claim happiness at his expense.

People are getting into such a flutter. I think that it is actually worse knowing that something is coming than it would be stuck in the middle of it, at least then you are not waiting for the shoe to drop as it were, and tempers have been frayed more than they have been to be sure. As for the men, and the jealousy of other girls, I surround myself with people that doesn’t matter to, with people who do not fawn over me because I am pretty. There have been issues with others, but as you say, I knew that that was coming. I am the picture of innocence when it comes to hexing people, and at the moment I can say that with a straight face. Well…maybe once.

I joke of course.

Grandpapa is always up to something new, I hope he never changes. I remember when he brought that muggle device that plays the moving pictures on a…did he call it a DVD? And of course he didn’t know what all the bits were for but we got all the things that need to spin and whirl spinning and whirling all the same. I know that you photograph well, Lady Delacour would not be pleased if you ever did not. I heard my share of stories about papa avoiding grandmere whenever she wanted to neaten him up, I find that as much as I love dresses, I cannot help but take after him in terms of clothes sometimes, when it is not so important that I make an effort.

Oh, I love potions, but the textbooks, well the person who wrote them does not always get it right I find. I have found through accident things that should be in there. I do not experiment by any means, but I do not turn down good fortune either. I love the locket, mamon, it made me smile to see it, to know that I always have you near my heart. I managed to get Dominique, Louis and all the cousins together at the start of term to get a few pictures, this is one of my favourites that I could not wait to share. I can’t wait to see you, as good as school is.

All the love a daughter owes her mamon and more
Victoire Weasley