It's Better If You Do
Vinqt-Deux.
Once Fred and Bellamy had cleared the store, she turned to him and let go of his arm as they fell into a brisk step, side-by-side. Fred was afraid of what was coming, because she had been so kind to him before lunch and now it seemed she held him in the same esteem as George, if not worse.
“What did you say to my sister?” She asked in a low voice, her mouth tense and her eyes alight with anger. Fred suddenly felt horrible for the times he had subjected George to Bellamy’s wrath. She was as ferocious as a mother dragon protecting her eggs and Fred half-expected her to start breathing fire.
“W-well…she asked if I knew any French phrases,” Fred began, his voice cracking very uncharacteristically. Bellamy hummed and cut her eyes at him, silently telling him to continue. “Apart from some very nasty curse words and names to call people, I only know but one or two.”
“Which one did you say you knew?” She asked brusquely, noticing the market was nearing them as they darted around by standing wizards and witches with ease. Fred licked his lips as he nearly tripped to get by a rather persistent street vendor. He could have sworn he saw a bit of a spiteful smile curl Bellamy’s lips before disappearing altogether.
“V-Voulez-vous m-m’embrasser?” Bellamy stopped suddenly and she stared up at Fred in complete silence. He skidded to a stop as well, taking her lack of words as a moment to explain himself. “Look…I know how rotten it appears when that’s the only French I know, but that was two years ago, and I’ve changed a lot since then. Besides…its’ all those Beauxbatons’ girls would teach me beside curse words.” Bellamy’s expression had continuously softened as he spoke and when he mentioned Beauxbatons’ girls she merely rolled her eyes.
“Typical,” she growled under her breath before beginning to walk, this time at a much slower pace to Fred’s liking. “I’m going to let this one slip by, since most of the Beauxbatons’ girls are completely boy crazy. But I must warn you to listen to that tiny little slip of conscience that tells you not to say certain things around my sister. She’s…a bit…” She didn’t want to flat out say inexperienced, because she didn’t want Fred to know that and try to take advantage of it. But she knew it was obvious by how shy Rose was. “She’s just a bit sensitive is all, and she has a tendency to over think such things.” She paused and glanced over to Fred. “I trust your word, Fred.” Fred grinned despite himself, knowing that to gain Bellamy’s trust was a milestone.
She stopped once more, just outside of the market, and stared up at Fred. Pointing an accusing finger at him, she suddenly gained a very stern look. “Be warned. If you dare think of hurting my sister in any way, I will chop off very important parts of your anatomy. Parts that will be crucial if you want children. Do I make myself clear?” She asked, suppressing the urge to smirk at how pallid and wide-eyed Fred had gone at her threat.
“Crystal,” he said in a serious voice before swallowing hard. Bellamy spared him a small, pleased smile and nodded once.
“Good. Now, you’ll have to show me around this market so I can get back and get to cooking dinner. I get to be a beast when I’m hungry and right now I’m starving,” she said, grasping his sleeve and tugging him into the market.
It didn’t take the two of them very long to pick up what they needed and on their trek back to the store, they noticed the sky was nearly darkened completely and the streetlamps had been lit. Fred carried a pot and a pan, as well as an assortment of chef’s knives and cutlery. Bellamy carried a bag of potatoes, a few sausage links, a few sticks of butter, and a couple other odds and ends to make the meal completely. Fred miraculously opened the door without dropping anything and Bellamy quickly entered the shop.
The shop, in lieu of the natural sunlight that normally illuminated the colors, did not seem to let it’s colors dim in the dark of night. The store was bright, despite the fact it was closed, and still seemed to be rife with movement and noise without the help of children or Fred and George setting off their fireworks.
“Thank you, sir,” Bellamy said kindly as she stopped just beside Fred and relieved him of the things he was carrying. She then made her way to the back room, presumably to start immediately on the dinner. It wasn’t long until the backroom was filled with the sounds of pots clanging, knives cutting, and Bellamy occasionally letting out a French curse word then apologizing loudly for it, also in French.
“So, how was it?” George asked Fred as the passed each other, both of them sweeping the floor quickly so they would be ready to eat dinner when it was finished. Rose, humming softly, was still working a brush through her hair, watching the twins intently. Fred stopped sweeping for a moment and stared over at George with wide eyes.
“I am so sorry for making you confront her when she’s in a foul mood,” he said seriously, shaking his head. George merely grinned in his stead and Rose’s attention was suddenly peaked. She was curious as to what his sister had said to him during their little trip to the market.
“Why? What’d she say to you?” George asked, sweeping the last bit of dust, dirt, and whatever else may come in contact with the floor into a bin. Rose stopped brushing and listening in, watching the two of them with a small smile on her lips.
“She…uh…threatened to cut off…certain…manly parts,” Fred stammered. George drew in air through his teeth and Rose’s jaw dropped. She quickly clasped her hand over it to muffle any laughter that may escape her.
“Oooh, that bad, huh?” George shook his head. “She never threatened that with me, Fred. So it seems you, dearest brother of mine, may have just surpassed me on Bellamy’s not-so-nice list.” The kitchen grew quiet and Bellamy peeked her head around the curtain.
“Supper’s ready,” she said softly before disappearing back into the room. It didn’t take very long for Fred and George to get to the room, since they were both very hungry. It came as a slight surprise when they saw the small table set for four and plates of steaming hot bangers and mash awaiting them. There were also goblets on the table, presumable filled with a bit of wine that Bellamy had snuck into her groceries when Fred wasn’t looking. They didn’t ask how they got the table into the room, since their minds were too preoccupied on the food.
“This looks delicious, Bellamy,” Fred said as he walked further into the room, staring at the table in awe. Rose entered the room just behind them, smirking slightly as she glanced to her sister, who looked quite proud of herself.
“Let’s tuck in then before it gets cold,” George said anxiously, causing Bellamy to roll her eyes and shake her head before walking over to the table. Managing to remember themselves, Fred and George pulled the chairs out for Rose and Bellamy, respectively, before taking seats of their own.
“What did you say to my sister?” She asked in a low voice, her mouth tense and her eyes alight with anger. Fred suddenly felt horrible for the times he had subjected George to Bellamy’s wrath. She was as ferocious as a mother dragon protecting her eggs and Fred half-expected her to start breathing fire.
“W-well…she asked if I knew any French phrases,” Fred began, his voice cracking very uncharacteristically. Bellamy hummed and cut her eyes at him, silently telling him to continue. “Apart from some very nasty curse words and names to call people, I only know but one or two.”
“Which one did you say you knew?” She asked brusquely, noticing the market was nearing them as they darted around by standing wizards and witches with ease. Fred licked his lips as he nearly tripped to get by a rather persistent street vendor. He could have sworn he saw a bit of a spiteful smile curl Bellamy’s lips before disappearing altogether.
“V-Voulez-vous m-m’embrasser?” Bellamy stopped suddenly and she stared up at Fred in complete silence. He skidded to a stop as well, taking her lack of words as a moment to explain himself. “Look…I know how rotten it appears when that’s the only French I know, but that was two years ago, and I’ve changed a lot since then. Besides…its’ all those Beauxbatons’ girls would teach me beside curse words.” Bellamy’s expression had continuously softened as he spoke and when he mentioned Beauxbatons’ girls she merely rolled her eyes.
“Typical,” she growled under her breath before beginning to walk, this time at a much slower pace to Fred’s liking. “I’m going to let this one slip by, since most of the Beauxbatons’ girls are completely boy crazy. But I must warn you to listen to that tiny little slip of conscience that tells you not to say certain things around my sister. She’s…a bit…” She didn’t want to flat out say inexperienced, because she didn’t want Fred to know that and try to take advantage of it. But she knew it was obvious by how shy Rose was. “She’s just a bit sensitive is all, and she has a tendency to over think such things.” She paused and glanced over to Fred. “I trust your word, Fred.” Fred grinned despite himself, knowing that to gain Bellamy’s trust was a milestone.
She stopped once more, just outside of the market, and stared up at Fred. Pointing an accusing finger at him, she suddenly gained a very stern look. “Be warned. If you dare think of hurting my sister in any way, I will chop off very important parts of your anatomy. Parts that will be crucial if you want children. Do I make myself clear?” She asked, suppressing the urge to smirk at how pallid and wide-eyed Fred had gone at her threat.
“Crystal,” he said in a serious voice before swallowing hard. Bellamy spared him a small, pleased smile and nodded once.
“Good. Now, you’ll have to show me around this market so I can get back and get to cooking dinner. I get to be a beast when I’m hungry and right now I’m starving,” she said, grasping his sleeve and tugging him into the market.
It didn’t take the two of them very long to pick up what they needed and on their trek back to the store, they noticed the sky was nearly darkened completely and the streetlamps had been lit. Fred carried a pot and a pan, as well as an assortment of chef’s knives and cutlery. Bellamy carried a bag of potatoes, a few sausage links, a few sticks of butter, and a couple other odds and ends to make the meal completely. Fred miraculously opened the door without dropping anything and Bellamy quickly entered the shop.
The shop, in lieu of the natural sunlight that normally illuminated the colors, did not seem to let it’s colors dim in the dark of night. The store was bright, despite the fact it was closed, and still seemed to be rife with movement and noise without the help of children or Fred and George setting off their fireworks.
“Thank you, sir,” Bellamy said kindly as she stopped just beside Fred and relieved him of the things he was carrying. She then made her way to the back room, presumably to start immediately on the dinner. It wasn’t long until the backroom was filled with the sounds of pots clanging, knives cutting, and Bellamy occasionally letting out a French curse word then apologizing loudly for it, also in French.
“So, how was it?” George asked Fred as the passed each other, both of them sweeping the floor quickly so they would be ready to eat dinner when it was finished. Rose, humming softly, was still working a brush through her hair, watching the twins intently. Fred stopped sweeping for a moment and stared over at George with wide eyes.
“I am so sorry for making you confront her when she’s in a foul mood,” he said seriously, shaking his head. George merely grinned in his stead and Rose’s attention was suddenly peaked. She was curious as to what his sister had said to him during their little trip to the market.
“Why? What’d she say to you?” George asked, sweeping the last bit of dust, dirt, and whatever else may come in contact with the floor into a bin. Rose stopped brushing and listening in, watching the two of them with a small smile on her lips.
“She…uh…threatened to cut off…certain…manly parts,” Fred stammered. George drew in air through his teeth and Rose’s jaw dropped. She quickly clasped her hand over it to muffle any laughter that may escape her.
“Oooh, that bad, huh?” George shook his head. “She never threatened that with me, Fred. So it seems you, dearest brother of mine, may have just surpassed me on Bellamy’s not-so-nice list.” The kitchen grew quiet and Bellamy peeked her head around the curtain.
“Supper’s ready,” she said softly before disappearing back into the room. It didn’t take very long for Fred and George to get to the room, since they were both very hungry. It came as a slight surprise when they saw the small table set for four and plates of steaming hot bangers and mash awaiting them. There were also goblets on the table, presumable filled with a bit of wine that Bellamy had snuck into her groceries when Fred wasn’t looking. They didn’t ask how they got the table into the room, since their minds were too preoccupied on the food.
“This looks delicious, Bellamy,” Fred said as he walked further into the room, staring at the table in awe. Rose entered the room just behind them, smirking slightly as she glanced to her sister, who looked quite proud of herself.
“Let’s tuck in then before it gets cold,” George said anxiously, causing Bellamy to roll her eyes and shake her head before walking over to the table. Managing to remember themselves, Fred and George pulled the chairs out for Rose and Bellamy, respectively, before taking seats of their own.