Beauxbatons [Charlie Weasley]

Graduation

"School eez almost over," Isabelle says softly, her head resting on Charlie's shoulder, the two of them sitting at the base of their tree, overlooking the Black Lake.

"It is," Charlie mumbles in agreement.

There's a pause.

"What're you planning on doing after it is? Over, I mean," Charlie asks the French girl, who sighs and takes her head off his shoulder, continuing to stare out at the sun rippling along the surface of the water.

Isabelle frowns, thinking for a moment.

"I am not really sure," she says softly. "I might go back to France for a leettle while, zen I might come back 'ere. I want to be a Dragonologist or a Magizoologist, and study zat somewhere."

She pauses again.

"What are you planning?" she asks.

Charlie runs a hand through his hair, looking out over the Lake as well.

"I think I'll go back home for a while. See my family, spend time with them before they all head back to Hogwarts. Then I definitely want to become a Dragonologist — study that somewhere," he says.

"We can study eet togezer," Isabelle says softly. "I zink I might 'ave mentioned zat once before and I woz joking a leettle, but now I zink I would razer like zat a lot."

Charlie just beams.

"Studying together would be nice. Working together would be even better," he says, to which Isabelle smiles and nods her agreement.

There's a pause, the two of them sitting in a comfortable silence as they think, staring out at the shimmering body of water.

"You could come home with me," Charlie offers.

Isabelle turns to face him, slightly questioning.

"You could come back to The Burrow — that's what we call our house. You could meet my mum. And get to know all my siblings better. Then we could find a place to study dragons, find a place to work together," he says, turning to look back at her, a gleam of hope sparkling in his eyes, having no intention of not having Isabelle as a part of his life.

Isabelle smiles fondly at him.

"I would love to do zat," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie's face falls, seeing something flicker in her eyes.

"But?" he questions.

"But, I will need to go back to France at some stage. Even eef only for a leettle while," she replies. "When I come back from France, 'owever, I would love to meet your family and study dragons wiz you."

Charlie just nods slowly.

"I could come with you to France?" he suggests.

Isabelle smiles and shakes her head.

"Eet would not be a very fun trip," is all she replies with, that statement alone immediately sparking a million questions in his mind.

"How come?" is the only one he can think to ask.

Isabelle sighs, turning away from him, going back to staring at the Lake.

"I zink zat eez a conversation for some ozer time," she says softly.

Charlie doesn't push her, though he can't help from being intrigued. Does it have something to do with her parents? What's even going on with her family? What about that person she mentioned a couple of times? The person she can no longer go into the forest with and dance around?