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𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 passed through the kitchen. The sound of ocean waves rising and lowering made Marina not want to go back to Hogwarts and stay at Shell Cottage forever. But of course, that was purely just a fantasy. Marina and Ginny were returning to the Hogwarts soon, via Hogwarts Express tomorrow morning after breakfast.
Ginny and Marina both seemed less excited than she was last term to get on Hogwarts Express, which Fleur quickly noticed, and thought of a little surprise for the three to do.
Marina thought Fleur's surprise was very sweet. The surprise was that Fleur was going to teach Marina and Ginny how to make a French breakfast pastry, Gibassier.
And Marina couldn't help but admit she was having the time of her life making this Gibassier.
Marina and Ginny kneaded the dough for the pastry as Fleur was busy peeling off an orange's skin.
"I never knew you could cook so well Fleur," Ginny said as she cheekily took a piece of dough and put it in her mouth.
Fleur laughed. "Why do you think Bill loves me? My cooking of course!"
"Wait till Ron tastes your food. He'll be trying to steal from Bill!" Marina teased.
"Ron iz so strange! He trips over zee stairs every time I saw 'im at zee Burrow!" Fleur snickered. Marina and Ginny gave each other a look and bursted out into laughter.
Molly, Bill, and Arthur then walked into the kitchen as Bill waved his wand, and the table was set up for breakfast.
"Good morning mon amour!" Fleur said giving Bill a kiss on the cheek.
"What are you three laughing at?" Bill said as Fleur levitated the dough into the oven with her wand.
"Nothing new. Just Ron like usual." Ginny explained.
A thought then popped into Marina's head. "Hey shouldn't we be getting our Hogwarts letters now?"
"Oh yes, any minute actually." Arthur answered. "Also, girls, it's too dangerous for all of us to go buy your school books. Death Eaters are swarming all over there."
"Can't go buy my own damn books these days. Next time I'll be shopping for school books for my bloody grandchildren with the way with war is going." Marina snapped.
