▪EXOTIC▪FRED WEASLEY

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The Quidditch World Cup had ended in disaster and Desiree couldn't help but sigh in relief that her parents hadn't gone. Instead they stayed and looked after their nephew, A.J, since his mother had gone into labour the previous night.

Speaking of, A.J was bouncing on his chair across from Desiree, his eyes darting anxiously to the clock.

"You have ages yet, Andie," Kelly assured, shuffling a bunch of eggs onto his plate. "Your Mother has just had them, we're still waiting on news,"

A.J rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the brunette in favour of turning towards Desiree.

"Pourquoi la femme britannique continue-t-elle à m'ennuyer?" He spat, crossing his arms and shoving his plate away. Desiree immediately shot out a hand and forcefully shoved it back at him.

"Sale porc ingrat, si tu veux parler, tu parleras en anglais, surtout quand tu parleras à ma mère. Ce n'est pas parce que vous ne l'aimez pas que vous pouvez être grossier et ignorer la nourriture qu'elle a mangée. Mange ou je t'enfonce ces oeufs dans la gorge !"

She watched in satisfaction when a furious blush rose to his cheeks, his scowl darkening even further before shoving eggs into his mouth.

How stupid! Why do i have to speak another language in my own country?" He fumed, glaring heatedly at Kelly's turned back.

In other cases, Desiree would agree, but ever since her mum had moved to France, she had tried to pick up the language. Yet early on she found out she suffered from severe dyslexia, resulting in the struggle and stress of trying to learn another language overwhelming her. Her dear mother knew the simple greetings but other than that she was hopelessly lost. When Kelly had married Desiree's father, Victor, many of his Aunts had scorned the woman for being uncultured and uneducated in their language, barely stopping when Victor told them to show more respect, and would cuss her out in French. As a result, Kelly would often wander aimlessly and feel alienated in her own home when christmas came and they came to visit. So, it had become an unspoken rule that when you walked into their house you tried your hardest to speak english. If that wasn't possible, for many of Desiree's older family members hadn't thought to learn it, either Desiree or Victor would readily translate for her.

There was a dull, regular thumping down the stairs before said Father walked into the kitchen, going straight to his wife and kissing her on the crown of her head mumbling a tiny compliment like he did every morning.

Then, he turned to A.J, rubbed his scalp a little and messing up his hair before placing a gentle kiss to Desiree's hairline and taking a seat next to her.

"What is it today, Kelly?" He readily pulled a plate towards him, scanning its contents.

"English breakfast, love. There wasn't much left in the fridge," She explained, coming to sit across from him.

"Looks amazing, your cooking is delicious as always!"

Desiree saw the fake gag A.J tried to pull, kicking him descreetly under the table in warning.

Victor scanned the newspaper on the table, frown deepening as he read further down the page.

"Have you seen what happened at the Quidditch world cup?"

A.J rolled his eyes, nodding his head.

"There was a attack? " He muttered. "Family of muggles were hurt,"

"Hmm," Victor folded the paper up and placed it on the table.

"No worries, just glad we did not go is all," Kelly shot a crooked smile, taking his hand.

"'Course, Victor. Couldn't of left Desiree to babysit A.J, could we?"

When breakfast was done, A.J elected to sit on the couch and wait impatiently for his parents, choosing to be deaf to Kelly's warnings that they wouldn't be back for at least another day.

Meanwhile, Desiree sat in the kitchens with Kelly, drying the plates as Kelly handed them to her.

"How you doing, sweetheart?" Kelly asked, passing on another plate. "Fleur alright? She didn't go to the match?"

"No, Maman. We were talking to eachother in the fireplace most of the night. She was shocked when she heard about it though."

Kelly's shoulders relaxed, her eyes softening.

"I worry about that girl sometimes," the statement hung in the air between them, like a heavy weight on both their shoulders that were bringing them closer to the floor.

"Maman?" Desiree put a tentative hand on the brunette's shoulder, shaking her from her trance.

Kelly's eyes refocused as she shook herself out of her memory.

"Sorry dearest, my focus slipped." Her hand started to clean more plates in a rhythmic motion. "It's just...she hasn't really been the same since Gabe, y'know?"

She did know. Desiree remembered that night. Fleur had been sleeping over due to her father being out of the country on ministry business. At that time, she was with a british boy, Gabe. It was the first time Fleur had hope for a relationship and was so sure that he was not only attracted to her for her looks. Yet, she was wrong. Desiree only found out when she had suddenly burst into tears during a bedroom pedicure, expressing how pushy and insistant her had been on physical contact. She was in hysterics, feeling unsafe and insecure would do that.

Desiree remembered holding the Veela as she openly sobbed, her choking breaking her heart even more.

"She's fine now, Maman. That boy is in her past."

She recieved a nod in return.

"I don't know why i thought of that just now...i just have a bad feeling." Kelly unplugged the sink. "Desiree...i want you to be careful this year. I--i don't know what I'm feeling...but it isn't good. Just...caution is key, Desiree,"

Desiree readily agreed. When Kelly got like this it was best to take it with a grain of salt. Usually, she had a reason to feel that way, even if she didn't knoe it yet.