The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 81. Returning

A/N: Hello my lovely Lovies! 

Hope all has been well. I just wanted to address the changes happening on Wattpad lately. It seems as though a lot of stories have been taken down due to the censorship happening within Wattpad. For the most part, I think 'The Girl Who Survived' is safe since it's not necessarily a "Mature content only" story. But should it be removed, I post the story to AO3 under the same title and my user name is the same. I always update both at the exact same time so you'll never miss anything. 

I also wanted to give a huge shout out to those of you who share my story via TicTok by making Fan edits, recommending the story, talking about it on discord, I even saw an instagram post the other day! I literally get the wides smile on my face when I see that because I never thought I'd have so many amazing readers! You all are wonderful and incredible and I can not begin to tell you how much this all means to me.

So, without further anticipation, grab a drink (I'm enjoying chamomile tea) and a snack, (I'm munching on apple chips. Please enjoy. I'll be in the comments.

Love and Take out,

Val

A typical dinner brings an invitation. An invitations brings on a conversation. And a conversation brings on a mission. 

~Elodie's POV~

We were all gathered around the table, passing takeout containers back and forth. It was by far the best place to get decent noodles from in London. I'd serve myself and the plate next to me designated for Fred as he flicked his wand to summon over glasses and beverages for everyone.

"Water okay?" He asked me.

"Have we any pumpkin juice?" I asked as I traded containers with Bill across from me. We'd transfigured the table before sitting down so instead of it being rectangular, it was a large circle. A bit better for just the six of us.

"Afraid not, George finished the last of it this morning," Angelina answered. I hadn't quite commented on it, but it was almost as if Angelia was living here part time, and at her parents part time. Seeing as our interactions were now civil and few and far between, I didn't mind so much. I'd hoped that at some point, things would be able to be better. Almost as if they were before.

"Bugger," I said moving onto the next container George passed over. "Yeah, water's fine." I said, sliding on a few pieces of vegetables onto my plate before serving some onto Freds. He scrunched his face at the sight of steamed vegetables and shook his head slightly like a child. "They're good for you," I said and passed the container on.

"So is cough syrup, but you don't see me drinking that for a cold," He said as he placed his wand on the table and dropped his napkin to his lap.

"So Fleur, how have you been enjoying Gringotts?" I asked as I fixed my napkin in my lap.

I looked over at both Fred and George who in unison pushed their vegetables around their plate to create the appearance that they were no longer there. More than likely they would use their wands to make them disappear from their plates.

"It is wonderful, I'm only there part time, when I'm not at ze Burrow," She said, her accent not as strong as I remembered it once being. "Everyone 'as been very welcoming."

"Why's that?" George asked with a mouth full of food.

A slight quiet fell over the table. I looked up to see Bill taking in Fleur's hand and smiling wildly at her. Their slight interaction needed no further words.