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What are friends for?

Sep 30, 2006 23:38

Date: Saturday, 30 September, 2000
Time: 10:30 a.m.
Location: Trésor Littéraire
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Charlotte Aurelius, open to others who wish to help clean up
Rating: G, or maybe PG-13 for French invectives

( Villainy in the hearts of man )

status: complete, location: diagon alley, character: charlotte aurelius, character: fleur delacour-weasley, character: seamus finnigan

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elegante_fleur October 3 2006, 05:22:02 UTC

She came bearing an armload of food and flowers, and even if the food wasn't edible, she had cooked it herself, atleast the flowers were beautiful. Fleur was broken, and filled with guilt. She hadn't been able to keep Gabby safe, and each day that passed was one that she felt closer to losing Bill, and she had abandoned her dearest friend. Whome Fleur had convinced to move to England in the first place. Life was in shambles, and she'd been so preoccupied with saving her marriage, her husband, she'd neglected thought of anything, or anyone else.

Apparating from just outside her cottage she arrived in front of Charlotte's shop she was devastated to see the damage, and stared somewhat stupidly at the broken windows and grafitti'd walls. She sighed softly and choked back tears shed on Charlotte's behalf. "Mon ami!?" She called from outside the door.

"A leetle 'elp, s'l vous plait!" She'd approached the door juggling the large amount of food and the arrangement of flowers and realizing to late she had no free hand to open the

safinnigan October 4 2006, 20:02:47 UTC

Seamus had reshelved a number of books, setting aside those that were damaged, and righted a few more overturned bookshelves with his wand, but Charlotte’s words indicated to him that she was more troubled than he had originally surmised. Looking at her again he realised that she was not just tired, she was exhausted. She was not just overwhelmed, she seemed to be done in by this entire experience. Suddenly, he wondered if she’d been down here trying to deal with this situation all by herself since she’d written in her journal the night before. That would certainly explain a lot ( ... )

beautesolitaire October 5 2006, 19:11:54 UTC

Charlotte didn't get a chance to answer before she heard Fleur's voice. She turned to look to the front of the store, standing amongst the disaster that was now her store. Fleur might recognize the level of devastation in her eyes. She might have seen it in her own eyes in the mirror before. It was that level of utter emptiness, lost, alone. Charlotte was alone. She had friends yes, but this shop had begun to heal the holes in her heart left by the deaths of her parents.

Someone cruel had destroyed that little bit of something in her life and it hurt. It hurt so much, like someone had taken a knife and driven it into her flesh again and again. She couldn't just collapse under the pain, it hadn't helped the last time. She needed to re-collect herself and get her brain about her.

The store needed to be the first priority, she could worry about herself later. She tried to offer Fleur a smile and failed miserably.

elegante_fleur October 6 2006, 02:01:18 UTC

"Merci beaucoup, Seamus!" A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the weight left her arms.

Fleur smiled happily hiding the fear and the hurt in her eyes from seeing the devastation and held out the flowers, "Amidst any mess, and any amount of ugliness one should always have something beautiful." She said as she settled the vase onto the top of a broken end table before moving to wrap her friend into a tight hug.

"Bill should be along later to 'elp as well. We've decided to move you eento our spare room until your shop iz safe again. We'll put eet back togezzer, mon ami. We'll put everyzzing back together."

safinnigan October 6 2006, 17:26:40 UTC

Seamus was beaming as he watched Fleur gift Charlotte with the lovely flowers and a warm embrace. They must be very good friends indeed if Fleur was insisting that Charlotte come stay with her until her shoppe was set to rights ( ... )

beautesolitaire October 8 2006, 06:02:19 UTC

She hugged Fleur tightly, actually feeling her back pop, she was just barely holding it all together, n oddinng numbly when Fleur said to come stay with her since it wasn't safe without security. "For a little bit." she agreed quietly.

She looked to Seamus and offered him a watery smile, "Merci, Monsieur Seamus...." she said, shakily, no no no don't cry, woman. Keep it together. She needed to keep to together or she'd completely shake apart.

The flurry of French did come with unexpected and uncontrolled tears. She couldn't stop it. There was only so much that someone could take and she sobbed into Fleur's shoulder, feeling even stupider for crying in front of Seamus.

elegante_fleur October 9 2006, 23:51:34 UTC

Fleur's arm instinctively wrapped around her friend as she whispered in French, reassuring her that this too, would indeed pass ( ... )

beautesolitaire October 10 2006, 00:01:49 UTC

Fleur was such a rock, Charlotte had no idea how she held up with all the stress of this place. She dappped at her tears with the hankerchief, taking a deep breath, shakey as it was. The chair seemingly exploded when she sat down in it, the stuffing coming out of the jagged rips in the upholstery ( ... )

safinnigan October 10 2006, 20:06:56 UTC

Seamus set to work immediately getting all of the bookshelves back standing upright. Then he worked his way systematically down the aisle putting as many books back into the bookshelves in as organised a manner as he could. He was much better and faster at this than he might have been before he’d started doing so much research in the Hogwarts Library. He was used to reshelving books and doing it systematically and properly so that Madame Pince would not object to his efforts. Those skills came in handy now, as he worked his way down the aisle putting back scores of books at a time, making sure their spines were facing out towards the customers and that the books were not damaged. The damaged books he placed at the end of each bookcase, creating too large a pile to be good for her business. He could move those wherever Charlotte wanted them stored later ( ... )

elegante_fleur October 31 2006, 05:36:06 UTC

Such awful things had happened to her in her short life and Fleur knew a damaged book here or there was the least of her worries. Her love had been so damaged, that was all she could think about when she looked around at Charlottes damaged establishment. Ruined books almost symbols of her husbands face.

"Shh..." Fleur gently rubbed her hand across Charlotte's shoulders. Too many times Fleur herself had wanted to go home, terribly homesick for the land of her birth and she could sympathize.

But she was at a loss for ways to make her feel better, it seemed Seamus felt quite the same. "Monsieur, you sit wiz 'er, while I make us some tea." Fleur collected herself and sent a weak smile in Seamus' direction. This was certainly a tragedy for her friend and he seemed to relax her.

“Excusez-moi.”

safinnigan November 6 2006, 00:37:57 UTC

Seamus exchanged wan smiles with Fleur as she left to make some tea. He pulled his ruined chair up next to Charlotte’s and put his arm around her, just quietly and simply as a gesture of friendship and care. She was alone in this country as far as he knew, alone and without many friends except for Fleur who she had clearly known for a long time.

He didn’t speak to her, not right away. There was a time when someone felt so alone and sad, so hurt or upset that all you could do if you wanted to help was just be there. That was all he had to offer this lovely French lass. His help and just the thought that he and Fleur were here and she wasn’t alone.

He had heard the last thing she’d said, what she’d said to Fleur as he approached to see if he could lend a hand.

"I do not understand what made zem do zis, I 'ave never done anyt'ing to anyone."“Aye, lass. ‘Tis beyond understanding ( ... )

beautesolitaire November 6 2006, 04:29:58 UTC

She mumbled her apologies in french for a moment before she looked up at him with a sniffle, big tears in her eyes. The hair was pushed out of her face. She just wanted things to be safe again, to not feel like a basketcase of tears. She hated crying in front of him. It made her seem like a weak female.

"I am sorry, Monsieur Seamus. 'ere I am crying all over you." she hiccuped, sniffling and wiping her nose. She wanted to calm herself down tea would help. Fleur was getting the tea. She took a deep breath, shakey, but deep.

safinnigan November 7 2006, 00:06:16 UTC

Seamus looked around for something to hand to Charlotte to dry up her tears. He didn’t have anything with him, but he still had his wand in his hand from repairing the window, so he tore off a piece of the shredded cushion cover from the chair he was seated on and transfigured it into a delicate white Irish linen handkerchief embroidered with spring flowers in one corner and tatted on the edge. It was an image he dredged up from his childhood, perhaps from visiting his grandmother in Belfast. He placed it in Charlotte’s hand and gave her shoulders a small hug under his arm. Then he smiled at her and laughed a small, rueful laugh ( ... )

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