Fittings and Friendships
Date:April 14th, 2001(Backdated)
Time: Afternoon
Location: Paris, France
Characters Involved: Charlotte Aurelius, Fleur Delacour ONLY
Rating: G
The dress was important. It was that all important thing that would make or break a day for a bride. Thankfully, Fleur and Charlotte had found the perfect dress. Now it was all a matter of making it perfect for Charlotte’s small figure. The dress wasn’t the traditional virgin white. It was a soft creamy color that was warm and inviting to the bride. The shop owner had tried to convince her to go with a more traditional white since it was her first wedding, but Charlotte wouldn’t hear of it.
The dress had made Fleur cry when she had first tried it on. Charlotte had an idea of why, but she didn’t say anything. She simply asked if her mother would have liked it and Fleur assured her that her mother would have loved it through her tears. Fleur was her best friend, her sister, family. Charlotte had helped Fleur fix her make-up from her tear up and had bought the dress that day. She wasn’t about to tell Seamus how much it cost. It wasn’t exorbitant for a wedding dress, but he had expressed concern over costs and saving money for their marriage and using less on the wedding. That was fine by Charlotte. She was really a simple girl. She didn’t need all the fuss and circumstance; she just needed to be Seamus’ wife.
That had been a couple of weeks ago. She had brought her mother’s veil into the bridal shop to fit it with a hair comb and to be steamed and cleaned and taken care of. She made sure to tell the woman numerous times that the veil was one of her most precious possessions. The poor woman assured Charlotte that she would take the best care of it. They had also found a maid of honor dress for Fleur. It was a soft purple color, not lavender, but not a true purple either. A spring purple.
The job of the day was to finish the fittings, a final try on, just to see that all the hems and linings were perfect, and to inspect the veil. It was a week until she became his wife and her stomach was all flutters of excitement and anticipation. Fleur got her attention and she looked back over her shoulder at her friend, who had a camera. She was glad that her friend had thought to bring one. Someday that was something to show to children.
The seamstress was checking the lines of her dress and the length of the veil. Making sure that nothing was too long. It was all perfect. She felt beautiful. She hoped that Seamus would think she was beautiful. She hoped that Beven would approve. She looked at Fleur, smiling at the look she saw on her friend’s face. She held her hand out to her friend, wiggling her fingers slightly.
Fleur just seemed to look so sad for a long moment as Charlotte looked at her, “Fleur?” she asked, watching her, still holding out her hand, “Je t’aime, ma soeur.” She said, quietly, giving her a small smile when the other woman took her hand. She knew that Fleur wasn’t happy. What woman would be happy with the failure of her marriage? Charlotte had never wanted that pain for her friend, but there had been nothing to do other then to be there for Fleur when she needed her. She never talked about it. She just avoided it and that worried Charlotte, but she didn’t push.
Fleur just gave her a small smile after a moment, “Our families will be smiling on you, ma soeur.” The half-veela said with that soft smile.
“Ze are smiling on us both, mon amour.” She said, squeezing Fleur’s hand, glad that she had Fleur in her life. For a while, they had been apart, but it seemed better now. She turned to Fleur and enveloped her in a hug for a long moment. “Merci beaucoup, Fleur. Je t’aime.” She said, very quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The sales lady clucked at the two, “Non crying, mademoiselles. You will become all streaky and get your make up on ze dresses!” the woman warned, handing them both tissues.
“Merci.” Charlotte said as she dabbed at her eyes with the tissue, not wanting to ruin her dress.
“It iz perfect, mon amie.” Fleur said, taking a step back to look at Charlotte with a smile that Charlotte imagined was something like her mother would give her, pride mixed with sadness, mixed with hope for her.
Charlotte just gave her friend a watery smile and nodded. It was perfect. It was all going to be perfect. She had to believe in that. Her future with Seamus was assured. It would be happy and blissful and troubled, but it would be hers. Nothing was completely perfect and she had learned long ago from watching others that marriage was work and required a commitment to more then just vows, but a commitment to the soul of the other person. She was ready to give Seamus that. The seamstress assured her that the dress was all finished and that it would be pressed and could be picked up on Friday.
Fleur told her that she would pick it up on the way to Diagon Alley on Friday afternoon. They were having a small little night before soiree. It wasn’t anything fancy, just girls. She nodded her consent to the woman before she went to get changed back into her regular clothing.
After finishing with the fitting, Charlotte and Fleur went to have tea. Charlotte made a bit of a pig of herself with the petit fours. Fleur teased her that if she kept eating like that that she would have to have her wedding dress resized. That had gotten a napkin thrown at her with laughter.
Time: Afternoon
Location: Paris, France
Characters Involved: Charlotte Aurelius, Fleur Delacour ONLY
Rating: G
The dress was important. It was that all important thing that would make or break a day for a bride. Thankfully, Fleur and Charlotte had found the perfect dress. Now it was all a matter of making it perfect for Charlotte’s small figure. The dress wasn’t the traditional virgin white. It was a soft creamy color that was warm and inviting to the bride. The shop owner had tried to convince her to go with a more traditional white since it was her first wedding, but Charlotte wouldn’t hear of it.
The dress had made Fleur cry when she had first tried it on. Charlotte had an idea of why, but she didn’t say anything. She simply asked if her mother would have liked it and Fleur assured her that her mother would have loved it through her tears. Fleur was her best friend, her sister, family. Charlotte had helped Fleur fix her make-up from her tear up and had bought the dress that day. She wasn’t about to tell Seamus how much it cost. It wasn’t exorbitant for a wedding dress, but he had expressed concern over costs and saving money for their marriage and using less on the wedding. That was fine by Charlotte. She was really a simple girl. She didn’t need all the fuss and circumstance; she just needed to be Seamus’ wife.
That had been a couple of weeks ago. She had brought her mother’s veil into the bridal shop to fit it with a hair comb and to be steamed and cleaned and taken care of. She made sure to tell the woman numerous times that the veil was one of her most precious possessions. The poor woman assured Charlotte that she would take the best care of it. They had also found a maid of honor dress for Fleur. It was a soft purple color, not lavender, but not a true purple either. A spring purple.
The job of the day was to finish the fittings, a final try on, just to see that all the hems and linings were perfect, and to inspect the veil. It was a week until she became his wife and her stomach was all flutters of excitement and anticipation. Fleur got her attention and she looked back over her shoulder at her friend, who had a camera. She was glad that her friend had thought to bring one. Someday that was something to show to children.
The seamstress was checking the lines of her dress and the length of the veil. Making sure that nothing was too long. It was all perfect. She felt beautiful. She hoped that Seamus would think she was beautiful. She hoped that Beven would approve. She looked at Fleur, smiling at the look she saw on her friend’s face. She held her hand out to her friend, wiggling her fingers slightly.
Fleur just seemed to look so sad for a long moment as Charlotte looked at her, “Fleur?” she asked, watching her, still holding out her hand, “Je t’aime, ma soeur.” She said, quietly, giving her a small smile when the other woman took her hand. She knew that Fleur wasn’t happy. What woman would be happy with the failure of her marriage? Charlotte had never wanted that pain for her friend, but there had been nothing to do other then to be there for Fleur when she needed her. She never talked about it. She just avoided it and that worried Charlotte, but she didn’t push.
Fleur just gave her a small smile after a moment, “Our families will be smiling on you, ma soeur.” The half-veela said with that soft smile.
“Ze are smiling on us both, mon amour.” She said, squeezing Fleur’s hand, glad that she had Fleur in her life. For a while, they had been apart, but it seemed better now. She turned to Fleur and enveloped her in a hug for a long moment. “Merci beaucoup, Fleur. Je t’aime.” She said, very quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The sales lady clucked at the two, “Non crying, mademoiselles. You will become all streaky and get your make up on ze dresses!” the woman warned, handing them both tissues.
“Merci.” Charlotte said as she dabbed at her eyes with the tissue, not wanting to ruin her dress.
“It iz perfect, mon amie.” Fleur said, taking a step back to look at Charlotte with a smile that Charlotte imagined was something like her mother would give her, pride mixed with sadness, mixed with hope for her.
Charlotte just gave her friend a watery smile and nodded. It was perfect. It was all going to be perfect. She had to believe in that. Her future with Seamus was assured. It would be happy and blissful and troubled, but it would be hers. Nothing was completely perfect and she had learned long ago from watching others that marriage was work and required a commitment to more then just vows, but a commitment to the soul of the other person. She was ready to give Seamus that. The seamstress assured her that the dress was all finished and that it would be pressed and could be picked up on Friday.
Fleur told her that she would pick it up on the way to Diagon Alley on Friday afternoon. They were having a small little night before soiree. It wasn’t anything fancy, just girls. She nodded her consent to the woman before she went to get changed back into her regular clothing.
After finishing with the fitting, Charlotte and Fleur went to have tea. Charlotte made a bit of a pig of herself with the petit fours. Fleur teased her that if she kept eating like that that she would have to have her wedding dress resized. That had gotten a napkin thrown at her with laughter.