Post by Jacey Fraser on Jul 20, 2006 15:03:46 GMT -5
Unlocking the front doors of the Delacour Mansion, Fleur placed her keys back inside her backpack. It was early Sunday morning, and she wasn't sure if anyone at home was up yet. She had been gone the past few weeks visiting Bill in London, as he had not yet moved to Paris with the Order. Although she was very cautious not to show it, deep down, Fleur wondered why Bill hadn't yet moved to Paris. After all this was where the Order was now- But then again, London was him home, and maybe he just couldn't leave it yet. But whatever the reason may be, Fleur was making sure she stayed positive and supported all his decisions. She couldn't wait to see him again, and her heart melted at the thought. But for the meantime she was happy to be home. After all, she did have a younger sister who she could always count on the keep her mind off of things.
Although Fleur was dressed casually in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white halter top, she was still half Veela making the outfit seem much more beautiful than it really was. Her beautiful long blond tresses were pulled up loosely into an elastic with a few pieces falling to frame her small face. She wasn't wearing any make-up except for some mascara and a bit of lip gloss. She had a black backpack containing her clothes from the past weeks swung over her shoulder. Against the slight chill of the early morning air, Fleur wore a thin hooded zip up blue sweater that matched her eyes perfectly.
Stepping into the well air conditioned foyer, Fleur dropped her bag next to the entrance table and slipped off her black flip flops. Closing and locking the door behind herself, Fleur turned and smiled as she looked around the seemingly deserted house. She knew ever one was still fast asleep, but they should be waking sooner rather than later. Walking from room to room, Fleur threw open curtains allowing the early day sunlight stream through the crystal clear windows. Walking back into the front foyer, Fleur picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder once again.
Tip toeing up the wood stairs, Fleur was making sure she was extremely quiet as she walked past her parents room, and her sister. Wincing slightly as her bedroom door squeaked as she opened it, Fleur tried not to make any other noise so as not to wake anyone. Dropping the black backpack on her bed, Fleur opened the curtains and the window. She knew it wasn't going to be that hot out today, so she was going to be turning the air conditioner off anyways. Looking out the window Fleur smiled happy to be home where everything made sense.
Quietly making her way back down the stairs, Fleur made her way to the kitchen opening windows as she went. The Kitchen in the Delacour Mansion is a large open space that is joined to the living room. Both were decorated exquisitely, and Fleur smiled when she noticed nothing was out of place. Moving to the living room, Fleur turned the air conditioner off. Heading back into the kitchen, Fleur opened the back door so only the screen was left. By doing this, she created a wonderful draft that flowed through the house.
Moving to the counter, Fleur filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. She was starting to get hungry she decided. But she wanted to wait until someone else was up before she ate breakfast. As the kettle started whistling, Fleur walked over to the cupboard and took a cup out of it. Pouring herself a cup of boiling water then preceded to make herself a cup of tea. Placing the kettle back on the stove (which wasn't still on), Fleur wandered over to the table. Wrapping her small hands around the cup, Fleur took a sip. Still keeping her hands around the cup, Fleur couldn't help but wonder when people would start waking up.
Although Fleur was dressed casually in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white halter top, she was still half Veela making the outfit seem much more beautiful than it really was. Her beautiful long blond tresses were pulled up loosely into an elastic with a few pieces falling to frame her small face. She wasn't wearing any make-up except for some mascara and a bit of lip gloss. She had a black backpack containing her clothes from the past weeks swung over her shoulder. Against the slight chill of the early morning air, Fleur wore a thin hooded zip up blue sweater that matched her eyes perfectly.
Stepping into the well air conditioned foyer, Fleur dropped her bag next to the entrance table and slipped off her black flip flops. Closing and locking the door behind herself, Fleur turned and smiled as she looked around the seemingly deserted house. She knew ever one was still fast asleep, but they should be waking sooner rather than later. Walking from room to room, Fleur threw open curtains allowing the early day sunlight stream through the crystal clear windows. Walking back into the front foyer, Fleur picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder once again.
Tip toeing up the wood stairs, Fleur was making sure she was extremely quiet as she walked past her parents room, and her sister. Wincing slightly as her bedroom door squeaked as she opened it, Fleur tried not to make any other noise so as not to wake anyone. Dropping the black backpack on her bed, Fleur opened the curtains and the window. She knew it wasn't going to be that hot out today, so she was going to be turning the air conditioner off anyways. Looking out the window Fleur smiled happy to be home where everything made sense.
Quietly making her way back down the stairs, Fleur made her way to the kitchen opening windows as she went. The Kitchen in the Delacour Mansion is a large open space that is joined to the living room. Both were decorated exquisitely, and Fleur smiled when she noticed nothing was out of place. Moving to the living room, Fleur turned the air conditioner off. Heading back into the kitchen, Fleur opened the back door so only the screen was left. By doing this, she created a wonderful draft that flowed through the house.
Moving to the counter, Fleur filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. She was starting to get hungry she decided. But she wanted to wait until someone else was up before she ate breakfast. As the kettle started whistling, Fleur walked over to the cupboard and took a cup out of it. Pouring herself a cup of boiling water then preceded to make herself a cup of tea. Placing the kettle back on the stove (which wasn't still on), Fleur wandered over to the table. Wrapping her small hands around the cup, Fleur took a sip. Still keeping her hands around the cup, Fleur couldn't help but wonder when people would start waking up.
||Twins||
