"I see," Fleur said, frowning slightly in concern. That was what Bill had said too, about George: he did not go out much lately, did not communicate much. She had not known her husband's family for a long time, but she still had had the chance to meet the twins, and she had known (especially from how Bill talked about them) how funny and joyful they were. It made her sad to think that this joy was gone from the family now. And she could see how much it affected Bill. Now Fleur wondered if she would even mention her visit here to Bill. It would only make him worry more about his brother.
"Hmmm?" she said distractedly as the young woman pointed her bag. "Oh, zat," she said, looking at her bag with disgust as she remembered the unpleasant experience of buying the book. "I bought a book for my leetle sister Gabrielle, she'z eleven years old," she explained. She took the book from the bag to show it to the other woman.
"But you are right, zis shop iz truly a lot of rubbish," she added with an air of contempt. "Zeir employee waz vairy rude wiz me." Even as she talked, Fleur tried to remember the other woman's name. She knew it was a word, something like "apathy", perhaps.
Verity took the book and resisted giggling. Tulip - Veela and Private Detective. It looked like a bunch of rubbish itself, but if it was for an eleven year old girl, who was Verity to say anything?
She remembered turning eleven herself and staying up all night reading Quidditch Through the Ages.
Verity lifted an eyebrow, trying to remember the clerks who worked inside of Flourish and Blotts. Generally she saw Michelle, a lovely, older witch who seemed to know every book ever written in the Wizarding world, and some Muggle ones as well. The only other clerk she could vaguely recall was...
"Peter Ponomagrass?" Verity asked, handing Fleur the book back. "Tall sort of bloke? Likes to leer?"
"Hmmm?" she said distractedly as the young woman pointed her bag. "Oh, zat," she said, looking at her bag with disgust as she remembered the unpleasant experience of buying the book. "I bought a book for my leetle sister Gabrielle, she'z eleven years old," she explained. She took the book from the bag to show it to the other woman.
"But you are right, zis shop iz truly a lot of rubbish," she added with an air of contempt. "Zeir employee waz vairy rude wiz me." Even as she talked, Fleur tried to remember the other woman's name. She knew it was a word, something like "apathy", perhaps.
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She remembered turning eleven herself and staying up all night reading Quidditch Through the Ages.
Verity lifted an eyebrow, trying to remember the clerks who worked inside of Flourish and Blotts. Generally she saw Michelle, a lovely, older witch who seemed to know every book ever written in the Wizarding world, and some Muggle ones as well. The only other clerk she could vaguely recall was...
"Peter Ponomagrass?" Verity asked, handing Fleur the book back. "Tall sort of bloke? Likes to leer?"
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