Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War.
She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her du...
10/04/2001 la Deli boulangerie, Kingswear, Devon ¬
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"BONJOUR!"
Tuesday started off a bit slow in the Deli.
George dropped by at ten, saying he was bored at his office. Cameron, Ezme, and Etienne engaged him with random conversation behind the counter while Bielle listened in, reading a magazine.
Elinor sat beside her mother, reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Brönte. The two women looked identical with their legs crossed, their lips pursed, and their eyebrows furrowed. Bielle because the dresses were not to her liking and Elinor because she thought it was a romance book. Turns out it really wasn't.
The ringing doorbell brought her back into reality and she reflexively greeted in French, closing her book and putting it on her seat. She eased out of the group and walked towards the customer.
It was a very handsome and fit young man.
He was wearing the American Marine Corps' army green uniform, complete with its brown shirt, brown tie, black shiny boots, and array of decorative pins. His neat blonde hair was perfectly combed. Thin stubbles were growing over his cleft chin.
"Hello," he greeted in a sweet, American voice, "May I speak with Elinor? Elinor Rousseau?"
A hint of confusion was visible on her face, but Elinor kept her big smile on. "I'm her. And you are...?"
"Nice to meet you," the Marine said, offering his hand, "My name is Christopher Dixon. I don't know if you remember, but my aunt had a workshop here. Uh... Florence Dixon?"
"Oh, I do!" Elinor's eyes sparked in recognition, "Christopher... You're her nephew, aren't you?"
"Yes! Call me Chris."
Elinor shook his hand enthusiastically, "Call me Ellie. Madame Dixon spoke highly of you."
"Don't flatter me. I know she said that I act like three sometimes. She told me."
The laughter and exciting tone began to capture everyone's attention. Ezme gasped and whispered for those around her to hear, "Oh, dear, that guy's really delicious."
"More than me?" Cameron asked, feigning hurt.
Ezme cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at the tall, handsome, built, and chivalrous soldier. "Are you kidding me, Cam? Look at that."
"Alright. I admit defeat," Cameron huffed.
"Can't you work out and turn into that?"
"Why would I? You already love me the way I am."
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