The last Alarie, a Delacour legacy

6

*time skip of 3 weeks*

So apparently, my grandmother forgot to tell me that Timothee was going to be staying with us all the way up until we leave for school... and when I had first found out I was very appalled to the idea of him staying with us for that long but then things began to grow less, troublesome, as we got to know one another. Harry has been writing to me a lot, and when I mean a lot, I mean everyday, if not twice a day. He kept telling me about how he was so nervous about going to Hogwarts, he was afraid he wouldn't fit in or that he would mess up and make a fool of himself the first day. His little worrisome moments in his letters were absolutely adorable and charming, it was nice talking to someone who didn't try to act all manly in efforts of impressing me.

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I woke up to the voice I had learn belonged to Timothee Lafontaine; rather annoying but comforting all the same. Although, I have no idea why I saw it as comforting seeing as I hated him less than 2 weeks ago.

I opened my eyes only to be met with stormy grey ones

"well good morning to you too Lafontaine" I said yawning, stretching my arms above my head

"good morning Delacour, your gran-mere wanted me to remind you that it is the day we arrive at Beauxbatons" he whispered, while grabbing my right hand and bringing it to his lips

"really that quickly?" i questioned in mere shock, and then I looked down at my hand, "TIMOTHEE WHAT ARE YOU- NO" I screeched, snatching my hand away from his lips, which were starting to trail up from my hand to my arm

"we are eleven, get your head on right Lafontaine." I looked at him with disgust and surprise

"but- but-" he stuttered, whining at the fact that he didn't get to reach my neck

"no. but's." I seethed through my teeth

He whined once more before leaving my presence and going to his room.

you know, being a Veela is a curse. Especially one who's messed up in more ways than one, I mean who has ever heard of a Veela that can't turn off her charm, and at that a brunette one. I mentally scoffed at myself

I got up, annoyed and excited, annoyed at the fact that I would be spending so much more time with Timothee, seeing as he also will be stuck in the school for 7 years, and I was also excited because I finally get to go Beauxbatons. I know I wasn't excited at first, but things change, I still get to learn magic, I still get to breathe fresh air, and I get to make friends. 

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and then slowly placed my feet on the furry rug that lay beneath. I pushed myself off the bed, careful not to run into anything, and began getting everything I would need together before I took a shower.

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After I was all and ready, looking like an esteemed young woman as my grandmother put it, I walked down the stairs and strait into the kitchen.

My hair was done in two french braids that met in the back to form a low ponytail, I had on a cute plaid pencil skirt with a long sleeve, fuzzy white sweater that was tucked into the skirt. I had black ankle boots on along with black leggings.

When I reached the kitchen I looked around in confusion. 

there... there's no... f-food I thought quite scared

"Honey, if you are looking for the food, there isn't any." my grandmother laughed from behind me

"b-but, food" I whined