When Beau decides to visit his younger sister Fleur in England, he meets a charming new man and he can't help but instantly fall in love. The problem? That man is his sister's new boyfriend.
Faced with challenges ranging from his inevitable betrayal...
The plane ride seemed to be much longer than it really was, especially since I was stuck with Angeline and there were a couple of kids behind us who were continuously kicking the backs of our seats. Luckily, neither of them (or their parents) seemed to understand much French so they had no idea what Angel was saying when she started to cuss them out - she was speaking pretty fast so the only words I really managed to get were putain de gamins (fucking brats), petites salopes (little bitches) and bâtards stupides (stupid bastards).
"Pourquoi avez-vous décidé de me laisser seul? (Why did you two decide to leave me on my own?)" Angel's last verbal assault on the poor kids before we leave the plane is interrupted by Jacques' angry questioning directed towards his younger sister and her actions earlier regarding him being left at the other end of the plane. I can't help the laughter that escapes as I pick up my backpack and leave my friends to walk into the airport alone.
I am almost into the terminal of the London airport by the time I feel someone jump on my back and arms wrap securely around my neck. Angeline. "Attendez-moi! (Wait for me!)" She seems to have left Jacques yet again as he is running up behind us and he seems to be incredibly annoyed with the two of us for repeatedly leaving him on his own. "Pouvez-vous arrêter tous les deux de me laisser derrière? (Can the two of you stop leaving me behind?)" Both Angeline and myself begin to laugh at his dramatics since he is far too amusing for his own good. The pout that overtakes Jacques' features causes our laughter to increase even more and he storms off in a huff, muttering something about us ganging up on him.
Angeline climbs down from my back and the two of us follow our older friend and by the time that we catch up with him he is standing with a familiar blonde-haired girl - my younger sister Fleur. However, she is standing with an unfamiliar boy whose red hair stands out next to her silvery locks. My first thought is that this must be her boyfriend William but he looks far too young so I assume that he is one of William's younger brothers as she told me in one of her letters that he has five and a sister.
"Fleur!" Angeline immediately runs to my younger sister and wraps her arms around her in a tight hug. I know the two of them were close before Fleur came to the UK the first time for the Triwizard Tournament with Beauxbatons. "Tu m'as tellement manqué. (I have missed you so much.)"
"Tu m'as manqué aussi Angeline. (I missed you too Angeline.)" My sister hugs Angel back just as tightly as the older girl hugged her, tears building in each of their eyes at their joyful reunion.
Jacques and I exchange confused glances at our sisters' reactions and the two of us seem to subconsciously turn our attention to the redhead who is awkwardly shifting on his feet as he looks across the three of us. "Hi, I'm George Weasley. I'm one of Bill's younger brothers." He extends his hand for me to shake and then to Jacques not long after. From what I remember of Fleur's letters, George has a twin brother called Francis or Fraser or something similar.
As if reading my mind, another boy who is completely identical to George appears from the other side of the large crowd behind him and Fleur and makes his way over to the five of us.
"Hi I'm Fred, the better looking twin." The newcomer introduces himself with a handshake directed to each of us and the comedic nature of his personality shines through in the way that he introduces himself with the amount of sheer confidence that he carries. George, however, appears less amused by his brother's introduction as he doesn't join the rest of us in our laughter but instead looks rather annoyed and shoots a surprisingly harsh glare in his brother's direction.
"I'm Beau Delacour, Fleur's older brother." I introduce myself to the twins, doing my best to hold in my laughter at their petty glaring at each other. "This is my best friend Jacques Picard and his younger sister Angeline Beaumont." I introduce my friends as well as myself and the twins finally stop glaring at each other for a moment to look at each of us properly. Jacques and Angel elected me to do most of the talking for them as I am the best at English out of the three of us and I am most definitely better than my little sister.
"Je ne suis pas ton meilleur ami? (I am not your best friend?)" Angeline sounds angry as she speaks to me, obviously offended that I called her brother my best friend rather than herself.
"Angeline, tu dois parler anglais maintenant. C'est pourquoi nous sommes ici. (Angeline, you need to speak English now. That is why we are here.)" Jacques seems to be getting annoyed at his younger sister but I have to admit that he is being a little hypocritical since he is telling Angel not to speak French but he is also speaking French himself.
"Vous parlez frère français, pourquoi pas moi? (You are speaking French brother, why can't I?)"
"Parce que je le dis. (Because I say so.)"
"Vous n'êtes pas responsable de moi. Vous êtes censé seulement veiller sur moi. Je suis ta sœur pas ta fille et je suis adulte. (You are not in charge of me. You are only supposed to look out for me. I am your sister not your daughter and I am an adult.)" I exchange a knowing look with Fleur and, when I see the amused smile present on her face, it takes all of my self control not to laugh at my friends' argument. The twins still stand next to me, confusion clear on their faces as I'm assuming neither of them speak French given that they look like they can't understand a word of Angel and Jacques' argument.
"Je suis votre grand frère Angeline. C'est pourquoi j'essaye de vous aider avec cela. (I am your older brother Angeline. That is why I am trying to help you with this.)"
The blonde girl huffs in frustration at Jacques' words and storms away from the four of us and in the direction of the exit. Jacques moves to follow her but an angry Fleur stops him in his tracks and follows after her friend instead.
"Elle viendra autour de mon amie. Après tout, c'était son idée, n'est-ce pas? (She will come around my friend. After all, this was her idea, was it not?)" I place a hand on Jacques' shoulder in an attempt to calm him but he doesn't seem to be too convinced by my words.
"Je ne serais pas si sûr. (I wouldn't be so sure.)"
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A/N: Again, feel free to correct my French if I make a mistake - most of it is Google Translate since I'm not very confident that I can get it right. I am doing this instead of my schoolwork for French (I'm pretty sure it should count but I doubt my teacher would agree) and it's way too early for me to concentrate so there are probably at least a thousand mistakes but oh well.
