So, in a bright scorching Sunday where the light was blinding and the temperature were reminding her of the wrath of apollo himself Fleur walked into the McDonald's restaurant, she was confident this time, nothing could go wrong this time, her breathing became lighter as she stared towards the Metallic lustrous, it was mesmerizing, so much so that she wanted to drop everything and run, she had been running as a matter of fact, her blonde platinum hair matted in sweat, she took careful steps towards the counter, she was so confident this time nothing could go wrong now, yes, she had forgotten some pennies the last time but now she was prepared, she saw him, Harry Potter, the guy-who-served, people said he was the best server in town, she never doubted them but he wasn't the reason she came today, she neared harry and gave him a meaningful smile, he frowned in return,
"sorry Fleur, it's not you, it's me, ice cream machine broke down this time."
The unholy scream that left her on the betrayal were hounding.