Veela and her wolf

4

Italics are for words spoken in French

Bold is for thoughts

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

Fleur

Hogwarts, this is the place she would reside for the next school year. She had heard of strange things happening to students at this school, not to mention housing the boy who lived. However, Fleur was for some reason really excited this year.

"Mama quit fussing, yes of course I will be careful this year. I must ask you however, tell me again how will I know if I've met my mate?" Fleur asked her mother

"It's in the eyes, once you lock on your whole world stops, your world becomes them and they you. They will be the only ones in a room that can be unaffected by your Thrall, besides already coupled beings. You will be drawn by their scent, looking at their form will make you feel entranced, and you will want nothing other than to be with them, to be whatever they need from you. If you don't see or smell them, your body will know they are near by sending you into a sense of almost longing"

"What if they don't return my feelings mama?" Fleur asked

"Nonsense Cherie, no one human, magical being, or otherwise can deny their Veela mate once they lock eyes"

Exiting their carriage the Veela's glanced at the Black Lake to see the Bulgarians depart their seagoing vessel. For Merlin's sake not these a-holes...

Fleur turned to her cousin Amile and asked "do we really have to put up with these fools this whole year?"

Amile giggled in reply, but said "oui but that means we might get a chance to exact a little revenge on their stupid tribe"

They stood behind the Neanderthals waiting to be announced, when none other than Victor Krum approached her, "vat hav ve here gentelven? Vooks like ve have some birds to sqvash this year."

The idiots behind him began to chuckle darkly

"Victor why don't you go play with your broomstick and leave ze real competition to ze professionalz, hmmm?" Fleur bounced back

Just before anything else could be said Dumbeldore announced the Bulgarians, Victor growled and threw the door open loudly like ze idiot he iz

Fleur was waiting for their turn, when she felt, well off, she had been anxious for the year, but this was more. It almost seemed like a sense of longing to walk through that door.. Could it be, could my mate be near?

Reneé, Fleur's best friend noticed the odd behavior from the French prefect and asked her what was wrong.

" I'm not sure but I think my mate might be inside that hall..." Fleur replied

Those surrounding Fleur erupted in delightful squeals. Incoherent fast speaking Veelas soon surrounded her, when she quieted them down saying, that they would deal with it later. Right now they had to make their entrance and represent their school.

Élise ever the troublemaking cousin said "alright ladeez, let's give Fleur her space, after all she will need it, to push ozers away, with all ze extra pheromones she will be putting out wiz her mate near"

" oh be quiet and get in line Élise" Fleur laughingly replied

Soon after that they were given the go-ahead and entered the great hall. Fleur could not stop the strange longing feeling she had, but she decided if her mate was there then she would put on a show, she was after all a Delacor.

Fleur decided that logically if her mate was here then he or she would most likely get to know them and get acquainted at a later time. She also knew that she had to set an example for her girls of her clan and classmates, as well as take in the surroundings and future faculty.

The food was heavy, but good, as she had never had English food before, but ate her part and pleasantly conversed with her fellow girls, giggling as they were they let her be.

If all the headmaster spoke of became to fruition then this should be an interesting year indeed.

Now all she had to do was enter her name into the contest, and hope she finds her mate.