🍀Not Minding Her Business 🍀 Part-1 The room was silent save for the faint rustle of curtains breathing in the breeze from the open window. Tension hung in the air like stormclouds on the verge of thunder. Harry stood near the bookshelf, his arms crossed w…
“Gotcha,” he said, spinning her around before settling her on his hip. Gabrielle giggled, bright-eyed. “You were not expecting me, non?” “Not at all,” he admitted. “I think I’ll keep you.” Fleur, across the room, sighed as she took a sip of water. “You ca…
Fleur brings pastries from France. She never offers them to Harry, yet one always finds its way to his desk. One day, he finally asks. “So, these aren’t for me?” She lifts her chin. “No.” He bites into one anyway.
Gabrielle brought a real cat home. The cat hissed at Paws. Paws, insulted, ignored the cat completely. Fleur laughed. “Even as a Feline, you are so petty.”
The night was cold, the investigation long, and Harry—naturally—had vanished into thin air again. Fleur stood in the middle of the cobbled street, arms thrown in the air. "I swear, one day I will tie a bell around your neck—like a kitten!" A flicker of mo…
Fleur was curled up on the couch, sipping wine, when a massive snow leopard flopped down right onto her lap. She smiled, running her fingers through his soft fur. "Ahhh, there you are, mon Paws." The big cat purred, nestling his head into her stomach. The…
Harry was finishing a report when Fleur’s voice came from behind him, sweet and terribly suspicious. "’Arry… you look tired." His instincts screamed at him to run. "I’m fine," he said, standing up quickly—too quickly. Fleur tilted her head, a slow smile f…
Fleur: "I demand cuddles from ze Paws." Harry: "Paws is currently unavailable." Fleur: "Paws is always available. Paws is soft. Paws is warm. Paws loves me." Harry: "I feel like you're only my partner for my Animagus form." Fleur: "Mon dieu, he finally un…