Vacation Cottage (Weasley Family and invited)

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire woke up in her bunk around midnight, the wind blowing extremely hard against the side of the cottage, keeping her from sleeping . She sat up, being careful not to hit her head on the top bunk, and looked around the room. Her and her sister shared her room, with Louise having to share a room with their parents.

Victoire stood up and put on her robe so that she wouldn't be so cold. It was past new years so she was out of school for a while. she missed Beauxbatons a lot. her friends she missed the most, but not more than she missed a certain guy who she has taken a fancy to recently. She couldn't stop thinking about him, but she hadn't told anyone about him, fearing that if he didn't like her in the same way that she liked him, she would be embarrassed.

Victoire looked out the window to the snow blowing everywhere. It was snowing again, making there more than twelve inches of snow.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur woke up and looked out the window. Bill was still sleeping as was louis. Their cottege was charming but it wasn't very big and that ment their son had to share a room with them so that the girls could have a room. She put on her robe and slippers and tip toed out of the master bedroom being carefull not to wake either of the sleeping men.

She crept into her daughters room, she was pleased to see her oldest daughter was awake and sitting on her bed. "Bon Matin, ma chere" she whispered, "would you like to come have some breakfast with me" She left the door open a crack so her daughter could follow her out and trotted into the kitchen to fix them some food.

With a few flicks of her wand, the pancakes were on the griddle cooking and the eggs were sizzeling nicely in the pan. She poured two glasses of orange juice and set them down on the table. She would make more as the rest of the family awoke.

The cottege was a bit chilly so she lit a fire in the fireplace.

Fleur heard a tap on the window and went to let the owl, carring their copy of the daily prophet in. She gave the owl two sickles and sent it off again.

She sat down at the table waiting for her daughter and read the front page of the paper.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire was a bit stunned to see her mother up at this hour. 'had so much time passed by?' she thought to herself, and saw that it was just morning. she smiled at her mother and then turned to look back outside. She had really missed her mother a lot and was glad to see her again. she turned to go through the door but stopped, looking in the mirror at her reflection. she looked at her wavy blond hair, her skinny body, and everything else about her. She hated the way she looked, even if others couldn't get enough of it. she sighed a bit before closing her robe, tying it tightly around her before heading out to the kitchen.

"bonjour maman," Victoire said as she walked into the kitchen. she hugged her mother from behind and kissed her on the cheek. "What's for breakfast?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to know. She hadn't eaten in weeks except for a couple of biscuits every once in a while. "mmm, pancakes. looks tastey." she sat down in a chair by her mother. "maman...how did you know that dad liked you for you, and not because you're part veela?" she asked. she had always wondered the question.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur looked at her daughter. She looked frail and troubled, She could tell something was on her mind. She put the paper down and listend to her daughters question. She had wonderd when the day would come that her daughters would ask about this, as she herself had once done. "ma chere" she began, thinking hard about what to say, "When your father and i met, eet was like nothing i have ever felt before. Wee just had such a connection, i could tell it was for real. " she looked at her daughter, "Are you aving problems with certain guys ma petite" she asked.

Fleur missed the days when all of her children were home and she could see them everyday. Now they were all growing up and with all three at beauxbaton she didn't feel very involved in their lives.

"I am always ere to talk to you about thees sort of thing you know" she said.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire grinned as she heard her mother's story about how she felt around Bill when they had met. "It sounds romantic!" she told her, sighing and wishing she would feel that way. "Je t'aime maman!"

Victoire stood up again and looked outside. The wind had died down but it was still snowing. she remembered all of the times when she was little when she and her siblings would play in the snow; having snowball fights, making snow people, and making castles for each of them to live in. she missed those days, back when everything was easy in her life. "maman .... j'ai besoin d'avouer quelque chose ..." she said, turning around to face her. she was scared to tell her, but figured why not now... when she could just tell her mother.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill woke up to the smell of pancakes, and the sound of people talking. They weren't talking loud, just loud enough that his heightened sense of hearing could pick up the little voices. He couldn't understand what they were saying or who was talking.

Bill got out of bed and put on his slippers and robe. It was somewhat of a chilly morning, and he was glad the Fleur reminded him to pack his warm sleeping clothes. He walked down the stairs but stopped before entering the kitchen. Fleur was talking about him, about how she had felt when they met. Hearing this made his mouth grow as wide as it possibly could. 'i love that woman' he thought, as he entered the room. Just after Victoire had said that she needed to tell her something. "Good morning my dears," he said as he kissed Victoire's forehead, and then kissed Fleur's mouth softly.

He pulled up a seat at the table and picked up a currently unused part of the paper, starting to read it. "how did you both sleep?" he asked, wanting to make conversation. He usually wasn't this talkative in the morning, but he missed his Victoire very much considering that she was off at school for most of the year.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur listened, wondering what her daughter wanted to talk to her about. But before Victoire could say what was on her mind, a tall handsome red haired man walked in. He kissed her lightly on the lips and she smiled. "Good morning dear" she said, springing up to get him a mug of coffee. "I slept very well" she said. She took out a mug and poured a steaming mug for her husband. She put it down in front of his place and took the pancakes off the stove. She put them on plate and placed it on the table, then handed a plate to bill and one to her daughter.

"We can talk later, eff you would rather dear" she said, smiling at her daughter, she had once been a teenaage girl and knew that sometimes you could only talk to your mother about stuff.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire nodded her head and sat down in front of her pancakes. she knew how many carbs were in there and didn't want to put that into her body. 'something is wrong with you' she thought, and she looked at her mother. "maman...papa....I---I need help," she said while tears were forming up in her eyes. "Je n'ai pas mangé depuis des semaines....J'ai été moi-même meurent de faim, parce que je suis trop gros." tears were falling down her cheek because this was the first time she was coming out to her someone about what had been going on with her.

"Je ne sais pas quoi faire. Si je continue comme ça ...," Victoire said, knowing that they would fill in the blanks. Victoire knew this was going to be a big discussion because she rarely spoke this much french in regular conversation unless it was something big.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur looked at her daughter, she knew when she spoke in french it was serious. All of her children were bilingaul but they usualy spoke in english, because bill preferd english. She thought for a moment. Not sure what to say. She knew teenage girls could get eating disorders but she never thought her daughter would develop one.

Fleur looked to bill, trying to gage what she should do. She felt a pang of sadness and wonderd if this would have happend if victoire had been living at home. What had caused this.

She stood up and walked over to where her daughter sat. Putting her arms around her daughter she huged her tightly, letting her cry. "Ma chere" she said, "Tu n'est pas plus gross, tu est tres belle" She kissed her daughters head. She wasn't sure how they would help her.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill looked up when Victoire started to talk. He too knew what it meant when she spoke in french, and was worried about what was to be said. He put down his coffee and looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

Sometime when Victoire was talking, he had stood up and started to pace the room. he had no idea what to do about this, and was a bit freaked out. He banged his fist on the counter, not really knowing why, but he had done it. He opened his mouth to speak, but did not know what to say, and since words weren't coming out, he closed his mouth again.

Why Victoire? why his daughter? why was she being like this. 'You can't blame her on this...not entirely' he thought. "You will eat," he said very quietly. "You will eat....and if i hear that you aren't then.....then you will be in trouble." he said this with a somewhat stern voice, and not looking at her. He loved his daughter very much.

Bill walked out of the room, ran up the stairs and crashed on his bed, thinking.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire felt a million times better when she came clean about what she had been doing. she leaned against her mother and sobbed into her shoulder while her dad, she could tell, what freaking out. she jumped when he banged his fist on the counter and turned to look at him, wondering what he was going to say or do. was he going to yell at her? send her away?

When her father told her that she needed to eat, Victoire nodded and continued to sob into her mother's shoulder. "Je suis tellement désolé, maman," she said throught sobs.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur sighed, She knew bill was just surpised and nervous, he wasn't angry. She let him walk out and stayed with her daughter. She hugged her closely and then held her chin up. "Ma chere" she said whiping the tears from her daughters eyes, "I promise i will help you get through this, it will all be ok" she looked at the pancakes, "maybe pancakes are a bit much for right now, how about some fruit, shall i cut up a pomme for you?" she asked, and went to the fridge to get one. She sliced it up and put it on a plate, handing the plate to her daughther she patted her back.

"Now i will go see eef your father is ok, will you be ok for a few moments non?"

Fluer walked back up the stairs to see bill, He was lying on the bed and looked like he had just been told voldemort had returned. She sat down on the bed beside him. Louis stayed fast aleep. Fleur put her arms around bill and lay her head on his chest, "What are wee going to do" she said.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire smiled at her mother a bit as she handed her the fruit. she watched her mother leave the room and looked at her fruit. 'it would be so easy to get rid of this,' she thought. "i need to eat," she told herself, picked up her fork and started to eat. "mmm, i missed this!" she said and started to scarf down some more.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill put his hands on his forehead, massaging it while trying to figure out what to do. he heard Fleur come upstairs and lay with him. "I have no idea," he replied to her question. "should we not let her go back?" he didn't want to do that to Victoire on her last year at school, plus she wouldn't be able to see her friends, but if she was going to be doing things that would hurt her....

Bill wrapped his arms around Fleur and pulled her close. "I just can't believe that she would do something so stupid," he told her.

[Fleur Weasley]

Fleur leaned in closer to bill, he made her feel so safe and loved. She sighed, "i think it is unwise to forbid her from going back, but we need to elp her, It is unhealthy"

She thought for while, "I don't think it is stupid, She really must think that she es overweight. I think we might take er to a healer for help. "

Fleur would have liked to have her daughter home, She missed when the kids were younger. She was happy with bill but she missed the piter patter of their tiny feet. Tucking them in at night, having them home.

She kissed bill on the cheek and whispared, "i wish they were still young, they are are growing up so fast"