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"You can thank them at dinner." Apolline grew up with house elves, but her parents had shown her to treat them with respect and she was never cruel to them. When she could, she tried to help, but for tonight's dinner, the blonde wanted it to be perfect. "You may, but I will not give it away. You will have to wait until we sit down to confirm."

It was an expensive bottle, but she didn't expect anything less from her parents in celebration. They were still living off the high of the union that would come between the families when they married. "We do have the best wine." A pause. "And food." The British food seemed to always be lacking.

The witch lets out a small laugh, seeing how eager he was for the wine. "Let me pour us a glass." A flick of her wrist and two glasses float in the air, soon the bottle following. "It seems our parents have set a date for the wedding."

Seeing Apolline's smile was all Ètienne needed for his birthday. No frills, just the woman he loved happily in front of him. It seemed that she hadn't stopped smiling since they were in France. How he could have that effect on her he didn't know but was eternally grateful. Merlin knew his smile had never gone away. He was dancing on cloud nine as the days passed. Ètienne was a lucky man and he knew it. He kissed her gently as he came into the home.

"The elves appear to be doing a fantastic job. I'll have to thank them." He may have been of a certain standing but was never above thanking the help. Without the help nothing would get done. "I can't wait to see what they have come up with." Sniffing the air, Ètienne said, "Do I smell the scent of beef wellington?" He rubbed his hands together with a child-like smile on his face.

"They sent us wine? I will never turn down French wine. That's something the British know nothing about." He was a bit of a wine snob. Then again, he was French. He was allowed. There was nowhere like France that made wine quite the same way. "That's something to truly celebrate."

As they stepped into the study, Ètienne was more concerned with the wine than chatting about work. "Work was work. Nothing special. But this wine," he gestured, "shall we?"

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"I been good." There was so much she wanted to say to Alice, but it was hard when it would have been easier to say in French. "You? have you been good?"

Alice reciprocated her friend's smile, glad that she ran into Apolline. "Sure, that would be lovely. Tell me, how have you been?"

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Apolline stood there in front of her fiance, and she could not remove the smile that seemed to be etched permanently on her lips, a hand reaching out to take his to lead down the hallway. "The elves have been cooking." She tried her best to help them, but when they told her to leave, she did listen. The last thing she wanted to do was the ruin the meal.

"I do have wine in the study if you would like a drink before dinner." Her head cants to look up at him to gauge his reaction before turning her attention back down the hall. "Something nice. My parents sent it over."

The half-veela stops outside of the study, a hand flicking in the air to open the door for them, a fire already set in the fireplace. "How was your day?" She did see them at work, since they worked in the same department, but they both had their own cases to work on.

He was officially twenty-eight years old. Not a milestone age but another year around the sun. That was always something to celebrate. Normally he would have gone out with mates, drank till he was completely knackered and slept with all he wanted. The ultimate playboy. This year was different however. This year Ètienne was engaged. If his fiancée had been anyone but Apolline he may have continued his boyish ways, but she was worth giving up every bit of it. -- though maybe a few drinks would still be in order.

Apolline insisted upon having a birthday dinner. He didn't want to kick up a fuss but also wasn't one to not celebrate himself. It was the one day a year he could get away with making it all about him without it being about his vanity. And who better to spend his birthday with than his wife to be? No one.

Ètienne found his way to Apolline's home. He had been able to come and go as he pleased but something about the night made him want to knock. A formality that seemed appropriate for some odd reason. He reached for the knocker. When the door opened he saw his blonde beauty standing there smiling at him. "Hello you, my love," he said as he removed his coat. "Thank you," he smiled, kissing her forehead. "It smells delicious in here, I must say."

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Apolline took a deep breath, letting it out once she let go of her wand, instantly feeling like a part of her was missing. The blonde had to trust the wand maker in front of her. There was a high reputation when it came to Ollivander's.

"Merci, it made for me." All wands on her mother's sides were made for the children of witches or wizards, a piece of what they were inside. "From France." A beat. "It has Veela hair in it."

Georgette could suddenly feel the trepidation of the blonde handing over her wand. Wands were one of a kind, they were special, they were an extension of the witch or wizard. She knew that. She had seen it plenty of times but she always managed to forget it until she had a customer so hesitant. This one was beyond hesitant.

She softened slightly as she took the wand. Georgette was surprised when she looked at it. She hadn’t seen anything like it. It was beautiful and obviously made elsewhere — it shouldn’t have been a shock since the witch was from somewhere else. “Your wand. It’s gorgeous,” she said, twirling it in her fingers.

She found the chip in the wood. “I will see what I can do,” she finally said. “Where did you get it?” Georgette couldn’t help but ask.

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Apolline had run out of tea at home, catching herself wandering pass, that she decided to go in. That is when she saw Alice, a smile on her face at the sight of her friend. "No, is okay. You want tea together?"

location: Rosa Lee teabags status: open for anyone

Standing in line at Rosa Lee teabags she looked back at the person behind her, pressing her lips together into a smile as she motioned towards the line. "You could go ahead if you want. I'm in no rush."

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where: her home when: 25th of oct, 2024 who: @etiennexdelacour

There was going to be a lot of firsts for them, and this was the first of them celebrating his birthday together. Apolline didn't want to go over board, a small dinner for them at her home, some of his favourites she had learned about over the last several months. The following night they would be going to his parents home in France to celebrate with both families.

Tonight she wanted something intimate.

Feeling the disturbance in her wards around her home, extra ones placed after recent events, she left the house elves to tend with the rest of the food, wishing to meet her fiance in the foyer. A smile appears on her lips at the sight of him.

"Hello, my love." The blonde stops in front of him, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. "Happy Birthday."

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Apolline was very picky with those touching her wand, it was special to her, handmade, and this was the first time anything ever happened to it. Her eyes flicker from the witche's outstretched hand and cautiously places her wand down.

"Is special to me." A worry etched in her eyes, hoping nothing bad would happen to it. "How long fix?"

The blonde's face was full of confusion. Georgette found it quite amusing if she had to say so herself. She couldn't lie if she had to say that others being uncomfortable brought her even the slightest bit of joy. It amused her. Maybe it was a flaw in her character but she could care less about that. Georgette was who she was and never apologized for it. There was no reason to apologize for whoever a person was -- unless they were idiotic and unintelligent which unfortunately was the masses. She did try in her own Georgette way but it still came out in sarcasm and bitchy. Oh well.

The witch noticed a crack in her wand. Suddenly she was interested. She loved fixing wands. She loved seeing new wands and this was sure to be one she hadn't seen before since it didn't come from her shop. Excitement coursed through her.

"Of course I can fix it. I'm an Ollivander. That's what I do," she said, not caring if she was understood or not. She shook her still outstretched hand waiting for the wand, "but you need to give it to me," she said in a frustrated, anticipated tone.

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When it came to her feelings for Etienne, there were the purest form, and ones she would not take for granted. He knew of who she was and what she was, and still wanted to share a life with her. Their parents may have forced their hand, but she was certain, if he desired, he would have found a way out of the betrothal. "I will not hurt him." Apolline meant that.

Apolline wanted Estelle to feel welcomed into the family they were going to be. It seemed only right to want to get to know each other more. "Perhaps it is something we can learn together." A smile on her lips. "It does mean a lot to me." She wasn't put off by the question asked. "I think it has always been him since school, but I was afraid it was my charm that made him want me. He is kind and thoughtful, and his heart. He has a good one."

Never once had the witch tried to make it a secret where she stood. Well, she had never openly spoken about her side in this war, but she supposed those the brunette could be seen with gave away what her intentions in this world may have been all too well. "Right. I did not believe you'd have something to hide. I would think that if you did so, you'd not have agreed to marrying my brother. Out of fairness, hm?" It wasn't really a question, merely a note; a hint of sorts. "But since you say you love him I shall rest my case." This was her brother's choice after all. Despite very much disliking the reality, Estelle Delacour would have to live with the reality that this witch would be part of her family all too soon.

Further words only proved to be more complicated than those that had come before. She wanted a sister? "I'm not sure I know how to be a sister to a sister. I have never had one either. For what its worth, you can have that blessing. If it means so much to you." Estelle finally allowed herself to sit, seeing no point in prolonging any of this questioning. "What made you love him?" From the outside she simply seemed protective. - @apollinebeausejour

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All she could do was fixate on the wizard down on one knee in front of her. He was not required to do this, considering their parents had made it official without them knowing until afterwards. Their fate had been sealed, but here he was, proving to her that it was more than what their parents wanted. That she had been wrong all those years ago, but they had now, to start a life together.

Her eyes started to tear up, blinking back the tears, refusing to let them keep her from seeing him, though he was blurred. "Yes, I will." She held out her hand for him to put the ring on her finger. her hands instantly coming to rest on either side of his face, leaning to to kiss him deeply. He was all she ever needed and this moment, she would remember forever. "I love you," she whispers against his mouth, slowly pulling back, a smile plastered on her lips.

As he was knelt on one knee, Ètienne was almost in shock. He never had given marriage such a thought. He assumed he would be married off eventually but thought he had somehow dodged it. But with Apolline he wasn’t dodging anything. He was diving head first with someone he was enthralled by and had been for some time. He never worried he would grow bored or want to step outside the marriage for she was always his dream from the moment he had laid eyes on her. Excitement happened inside of him when their parents burst through that door. Nerves as well, of course, but things were turning out perfectly. Now he had to make this moment perfect.

“Apolline,” he looked up into her perfect pooling eyes, “I have loved you since I laid eyes on you. First because of your sheer beauty but it grew from there. You are quite possibly one of the most heartfelt people I have ever met. You care for others in a way I can only pretend to. I hope to learn from you if I’m so lucky. Your precious mind is just as phenomenal. It takes a special type to be intelligent but another kind to know how to use it. And as a witch? You’re divine. With this question I want you to think about what you want, not either of our parents. This is between the two of us.” he took deep breath, “So, Miss Apolline Beauséjour,” Ètienne raised the ring and as it sparkled in the moonlight he asked said question, “would you do me the honor of becoming Missus Apolline Delacour?”

His heart beat through his chest. He felt that it could be seen through his shirt. Surely she hadn’t been putting on a facade and truly wanted him.

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Apolline stood in front of the brunette with her wand in her hand. There was the voice in the back of her head that was telling her to go back to France to have it looked it. It was special, one of kind, to those who had full veela relatives, a strand of her grandmother's hair in it. She didn't want to have anyone ruin it. Though, she was told good things about Ollivander's and thought she would trust the witch.

"I think crack." She held her out her wand, twisting it around until there appeared to be a tiny chip in it. The last thing she wanted was for it o hurt her magic. "You fix?" This was where she wished her English was better.

Georgette had been in the back working on her most recent wand when she heard the door jingle. Damn. She was in her groove. She wiped her hands on her pants and felt the splinters entering her fingers — something she had become very used to — before entering the store proper.

Seeing the blonde before her was odd. She didn’t know who she was. She knew who everyone was because everyone had gotten their wands from Ollivander’s. Georgette’s brow furrowed as she continued to wipe her hands together.

“You help with your wand?” she asked. It was obvious broken english but sounded like the woman wanted to help with her own wand. Which was it? “You don’t help with the wands. I do that,” she said, putting her hand out awaiting its placement.

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A shiver rippled down Apolline's spine at his laughter, her hands balling into fists, and she could feel a mix of rage and fear wash over her. Before the blonde could react, fingers grasped into her tresses and she could fee the sharp pain at the side of her skull. "I do believe, you would not see it happen." She hissed through gritted teeth, the usually blue in her eyes turning to a black, flashes of bird like features flickering on her facial features. He was powerful, but the last thing she would do was submit to him. "Release my hair." She demanded.

A maniacal laughter flowed from his lips, echoing in the stone walls of the alley as he took another step forward. "Oh sweetheart, if you think this would go the way you want it to, I have to say I already feel sorry for you." Evan told her, then making a shushing gesture with his finger. "You might be powerful, but no use for your powers tonight." His fist comes to grasp a handful of her hair, pulling tight enough for her to feel it. "What would happen to you, I wonder, if I took one hair at a time? Would you fade away slowly, would your magic drain from you, or would it lead to your ultimate death, love?"

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where: ollivanders who: @xgeorgetteollivanderx

Apolline was pretty sure there was nothing wrong with her wand, but that didn't stop her from checking in to make sure. A hand pushed the door open to the shop, stepping inside to take a look around before they fell on the woman. "Boujour." A smile on her lips. "I help with my wand, s'il vous plaît."

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Apolline was grateful for the opportunity to meet and make new friends. It made the world she lost a lot easier to deal with, and if she was being honest with herself, she was relieved that she no longer had to look a fool in front of those, knowing now what they really thought of her. "An auror." The blonde knew a lot about them. "Is hard job?" She could imagine how intense it could be at times.

“Good.” Lily smiled, relieved that there hadn’t been any real harm done during the run in. She brightened, glad that she had remembered the other woman correctly. She remembered seeing her at Franks surprise party, but it had been difficult to try and see everyone considering how many had come out to support their friend. “That’s alright, I tend to either buried under work at my desk or out in the field more often than not. I’m an auror.” She explained.