Fleur de Lys
Fleur furrowed her brow in concentration and sighed as she continued to mix what was supposed to have been pancake batter and what was now a lumpy mess. “Gabrielle? Ees eet supposed to look like zis?”
Gabrielle looked up from where she sat at the kitchen table flipping through a French fashion magazine. “Non,” she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Eet ees not supposed to look like vomit.”
“Well, you do eet, zen,” huffed Fleur, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I never said zat I could make pancakes,” said Gabrielle, holding up her hands.
Fleur sighed, dumping the contents of her pancake batter into the trash.
“Cereal?” asked Gabrielle, smirking. “All you need to do ees add meelk so I’m sure zat you can’t mess zat one up.”
“Ferme-la,” said Fleur, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.
Just as both sisters sat down to eat breakfast, they were interrupted by a sharp tapping sound that came from the window.
“I’ll get eet,” said Gabrielle, running out of the room.
“Ees eet from maman?” asked Fleur, looking up from her cereal.
“No,” said Gabrielle, holding out a scarlet envelope. “Eet’s from ze banque.”
Fleur felt her stomach knotting due to her nervousness. She knew that this job was her last option. She took the envelope from Gabrielle and opened it with shaky hands.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for a post at Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Although it was not your original choice, we would require your services in the post of Janitorial Staff. We would like you to come in as soon as possible.
Griphook, President of Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Two words stopped Fleur short: Janitorial Staff. She could not be a janitor. Fleur set the letter down and tried breathing calmly. Except it now seemed impossible to do so.
“So,” said Gabrielle. “What deed eet say? Did you get ze job?”
“Sort of,” replied Fleur.
“What do you mean, ‘sort of’?” asked Gabrielle impatiently. “Eets either yes or no.”
“I got ze job as janitorial staff,” said Fleur.
Gabrielle furrowed her brow in confusion. “You mean like, to clean?”
“Yes,” sighed Fleur, burying her head in her hands.
Gabrielle gasped. “How could zey make you a janitor?”
“I don’t know,” said Fleur.
“But… why? You were wearing five-eench fuchsia stilettos!” said Gabrielle.
“I don’t know,” mumbled Fleur.
“Well,” said Gabrielle. “Maybe eef you do a good job as a janitor, you’ll be promoted!”
“I don’t zink eet works zat way,” said Fleur, gloomily.
“Well, you just ’ave to zink zat zere ees always a silver lining!” said Gabrielle optimistically.
Fleur shot her an annoyed look.
“Look,” said Gabrielle. “You just ’ave to make ze best out of ze situation. We’ll go right now to Gringotts. Show zem zat you are smart and… on time. Zey’ll zink zat you are interested in your work!”
Fleur got up from the table and walked towards her room, Gabrielle trailing after her. “Fleur, come on,” continued Gabrielle. “Be positive.”
Fleur crawled onto her bed and Gabrielle headed to her closet, rifling through Fleur’s many robes. She pulled out the brand new light blue robes that Fleur had bought last week at Madame Malkins. “You should wear zese,” said Gabrielle.
Fleur looked up. “Zose were for when I got a job.”
“Exactly! So get over ’ere and put zese on!” replied Gabrielle.
Sighing, Fleur got off her bed and grabbed the robes from Gabrielle, walking off towards the bathroom.
“Should I peek out your shoes?” asked Gabrielle. Fleur did not reply but slammed the bathroom door.
“You look very belle,” said Gabrielle.
“Zank you,” replied Fleur. She was dressed in her light blue robes and black pumps. Gabrielle had dubbed her outfit ‘simple chic.’
Gabrielle pushed Fleur towards the steps of Gringotts and waited until she’d reached the door. Fleur turned back just as she pushed open the doors to see Gabrielle giving her the thumbs-up. Shaking her head, she pushed open the doors.
Walking into the lobby of Gringotts felt like déjà vu. Sighing, Fleur walked to the nearest counter. “My name ees Fleur Delacour and I am ’ere for ze job of Janitorial Staff.”
The heavy-lidded goblin nodded and left. He returned with another goblin dressed in a black working jumper.
His eyes stopped on Fleur’s elaborate black pumps. “You’re Fleur Delacour?”
“Yes,” replied Fleur, standing up straighter.
“Human Resources suddenly has an odd sense of humor,” said the goblin. “Follow me.”
Fleur frowned but followed the goblin down the stairs. They entered a large broom closet and the goblin began taking things off of shelves. “My name is Hildon. I’m the head of Janitorial staff.”
Fleur nodded. “My name ees Fleur.”
“You’ll start tomorrow and then I’ll have someone show you around.” Hildon handed Fleur two pairs of black working jumpers.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Hildon, turning back towards the closet. He pulled out a pair of plain rubber boots and dropped them at Fleur’s feet.
Fleur’s eyes widened. The only rubber boots she owned were designer and too pretty to even walk in the rain with.
“Right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early,” said Hildon, turning to walk away.
“Wait,” said Fleur. “What time ees bright and early?”
Hildon raised an eyebrow. “Seven.”
Hildon walked off and Fleur found her way back to the lobby. She struggled to hold the uniform that Hildon had given her as she tottered on her high heels.
Fleur nearly tripped over her shoes. She stopped and turned around to who had called her. Coming towards her was Bill Weasley. Merde. Her life really was getting way too cliché.
“Hi there. I thought I saw you.” Bill’s eyes trailed on Fleur’s janitor uniform. “What brings you to Gringotts?”
Fleur blushed. “I – I ’ad to peek somezing up.” For some reason whenever Bill was around Fleur became tongue-tied. And she was not about to admit to him that she was becoming a janitor where he worked.
Bill smiled and his eyes fell on Fleur’s heels. “I swear it’s like everytime I see you you’ve got a different pair of shoes on. How many do you even have? Like, three thousand?” He laughed easily, and looked down to meet Fleur’s eyes with his own.
“I don’t ’ave tree thousand pairs of shoes,” said Fleur, laughing. “I ’ave nine ’undred and fifty-six.”
Bill’s smile faded once he realized that Fleur was serious.
Fleur inwardly cursed herself. Why did she have to say something so stupid? And why was it that she always felt like an idiot in front of Beell Weezlee? Why did Beell have to be so handsome and why did his smile make her knees weak?
“Right. Well, then,” said Bill, clearing his throat. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”
“Yes,” replied Fleur, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A rubber boot fell from the pile she was holding and Bill picked it up and handed it back to her.
“So, do you wanna tell me why you’ve got a pair of rubber boots with you?” asked Bill.
The side of his mouth twitched in amusement and Fleur felt her cheeks heating up. Why did his crooked smile make her forget everything and stutter like a giddy schoolgirl? There was something curiously familiar about Bill Weasley but Fleur couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Forget I asked,” he said, his dimples popping up on either corners of his mouth. “Goodbye Miss Delacour.” He turned and walked away leaving Fleur utterly transfixed as to what had just happened.
Author's Note Thank you all so much for all the encouragement that you guys gave me in the last chapter, I really appreciated it! I've recieved some questions asking if I'm including that Fleur has already met Bill (at the Triwizard Tournament) and about sticking to canon. The answer is yes, I'm sticking to canon and it's all coming later in the story. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter :)
ps. If the spacing comes out weird in this chapter it's because I don't know how to use this new editor.
Ferme-la — Shut up. belle — pretty
Thank you all for reading!
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