Blurring Lines
House Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
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(Part One) (Part II) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)
Party six
The invriday became spring, the snow has melted completely, to reveal the green grass covered with flowers.
"Bah" Francis complained, as he dropped on a sofa near the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. Just because the spring had come not mean that the temperature had become more enjoyable.
"What?" Asked Arthur, without taking your eyes off your trial Baldric tedious boredom. "Another girl broke your heart?"
"ouais" This caused look at Arthur.
"Well, who?" He asked, taking note of the disheveled appearance of Francis. "The girl Lisette?"
"Non," said Francis, looking really sad. "C'est Madeline."
"Madeline Desmarais?"
"Oui."
"You left? By whom? "Arthur looked at his trial and dipping his pen again. When he looked to Francis, he realized that the Frenchman was almost on the verge of tears, she gestured to speak again.
At that time, Nataliya rushed into the common room, his eyes and messy hair.
"How dare you!?" He shouted, drawing the attention of the other Slytherin.
"Who?" Nguyen Hue asked from across the room.
"Ivan!" Nataliya clung to a chair for balance, swayed a bit from where it was. "What you see in that bitch Gryffindor, anyway?"
Judging by the way hab & Francisiacute; a bristling, Arhur realized who the new boyfriend of Madeline.
Francis stood up and walked to Nataliya. "Madeline is a bitch," he growled, his face red with rage.
"As long as you're the epitome of loyalty!" She shouted back. "I have been extremely loyal to my brother -"
"It's more like very obsessive" muttered Arthur. Nataliya turned to him as well.
"The issue is not with you, eyebrows! And make up your mind, who do you like-Alfred orFrancis? "
The question found him off guard, and before he knew it, had turned bright red and had drawn his wand. "How dare you ask that?" He hissed.
"Oh, I dare!" Nataliya laughed. "Do not think I've noticed the way you blush when one of them comes to you!"
"I, Do not talk to me as if I was not here," Francis cut, taking out his wand too. Nataliya
pulled out his wand in the same way. Ustede two I should not say how I feel, "she growled.
"And you have no right to call a girl for something other than" said Francis, "Madeline is a bitch!"
"Well, it does take a to recognize that, right? "
Francis moved winding. " Confringo! "Nataliya
maldicióny dodged that crashed into a table, that erupted in flames. Immediately several students tried to put out the fire, while Nataliya stood and grit & oacute;, " Impedimenta! "
Francis spell hit in the feet, and sent him crashing into another table, his eyes hardened, and raised his wand. " Incar - "
"STOP!" Arthur shouted, darting between the two. Stood still spells both died on his lips.
Arthur looked at Francis and then to Nataliya, her green eyes wide and his chest with difficulty breathing. "Say you're sorry" he snapped.
"I will if he does" groups & ntilof, or Nataliya, Francis raised his nose with proud air in a gesture typical of him. ________________________________________
Arthur felt very lonely now that Francis and Nataliya not talking-not even made eye contact. Alfred was not being helpful, and the U.S. would never know how close he came to being strangled by the British.
The Common Room lost its grace and Arthur began to spend much more the library, reading book after book, looking for take after take something about the curse of the Chair of Busby.
The library was the preferred placethe Ravenclaw, especially this one. Arthur began to notice only after his fifth trip to the library was a Japanese guy who looked quiet and was always in a corner reading a book. Occasionally there was another guy with him, but in general was alone.
the boy was asked whether it would be interesting or useful.
"Hello" said a voice. Arthur looked up from his task of potions. It was the Japanese guy.
"Hi" he replied. "Who are you?"
"I Kiku Honda," said the boy, bringing youdo a bow. Arthur nodded, smiling and gesturing to sit.
"It's good to know, I'm Arthur Kirkland."
"I knew that," said Kiku, but seeing the look slightly surprised Arthur, apologized. "Forgive me, but I know your name because I remember seeing you during the selection" Her cheeks were pink as sakura trees. Kiku
Honda Arthur was exactly as I had thought-quiet and smart. He liked being with Kiku, it was a nice change from the bustling American and French pervert. When not in the librarya, the two sat in a quiet corner with cups of tea, Arthur was delighted that at last he could find someone to share his appreciation for the beverage.
"Do you know something about the Busby chair?" Arthur asked the day before the holidays, Kiku not stay at Hogwarts and Arthur wanted to know if the little Japanese boy , s had something to contribute to the mystery.
"Yes" Kiku said, nodding, "I learned from Yao."
"Yao?" Asked Arthur.
cheeks Kikuturned pink. "Oh forgive me Arthur. I was referring to Professor Wang, is a distant relative of mine. "
Arthur smiled. "Okay," he said. "Can you tell me what you said about the chair?"
Kiku looked at him with concern. "It's legendary," he said, his tone quiet and calm. "And yet, many legends have walked to the truth. Busby is a chair, and is at Hogwarts "
" That thought "Arthur said, sipping his tea and looking towards the castle. They sat under a tree on the shore of the lake, theGiant squid tentacles moved lazily in the air. Looking towards the castle, Arthur could see, barely, the tall figure of Ivan Braginsky and considerably shorter Professor Wang "I found a similar chair in the dungeons a few months ago. & Rdquo ;
"Professor Wang did not say the location," said Kiku amazed, had spilled some tea. "Oh sorry, I spilled my tea."
"That is perfectly normal, no?" Arthur noted Professor Wang and Ivan passed through the grass.
Kiku's voice sounded nervous. "Well, anyway, the Director is concerned that the chair into the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You see, Professor Dumbledore does not believe that Harry Potter has been completely defeated, even now as we speak, trying to take a corporeal form. I agree with him, if I may, and if He Who Must Not Be Named comes to the Silla of Busby is a matter of time until the use against Harry Potter. So the fact that the chair is here ... is cause for concern, but most students do not know. I think Professor Wang est marginallyou, trying to break the curse, I hope so. "
Arthur nodded, and the two stood in silence, broken only by birdsong. Looking towards the castle, Madeline and Francis were in sight, walking and laughing.
"Did you hear about Madeline and Ivan?" Suddenly asked Arthur.
Kiku nodded. "They've been seeing for a month." He said calmly.
And Nataliya and Francis had his reckoning a month ago, thought Arthur, sadly. As much as he liked to talk with Kiku, was missing asus friends. ________________________________________
I saw Madeline, "said Arthur Francis I at lunch.
"Ah, ouais?" Francis replied dryly.
"What the hell you think you're doing?" Arthur frowned. "It's not like you can go around harassing other brides!"
Francis gave noncommittal grunt. Arthur turned his attention to his lamb chops. After eating for a while, looked up to see the eyes of Francis.
were unusually bright.
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.
"n-non," Francis said, looking away with a sob. ________________________________________
Nataliya and Ivan went to the next morning. Yekaterina Also, the Hufflepuff girl with prominent chest.
Noting his absence, Francis brightened up considerably.
"You are a spoilsport, Arthur," Arthur said cheerfully while glared.
"I think it means you're too happy with the absence of Nat," said Arthur irritably.
Francis turned to her plate with eggs, whistling a tune. At that time, Alfred and Madeline came to his desk. It was a good thing that most of the Slytherin had left for vacation, if not the presence of those two would have been less welcome.
"How are you two? Where's Nat? "Asked Alfred.
"He went to Russia Yekaterina Ivany" said Arthur.
"do you still talk to her?" Francis looked at him as if he had betrayed.
Arthur winced. & Amp; ldquo; Look frog. Just because you're not talking to Nat does not mean that I'm apart of it too. And is not it time to get fixed? It's been a month. "
Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Francis, I told you to talk with Nat, right?"
Francis paled. "D'accord," he grumbled. ________________________________________
Easter passed without a mention of Nataliya Arlovskaya o Busby chair. Lesauvage Marcus returned to the Slytherin common room, but nobody noticed except for Arthur and Francis. CHT
MLXC "Poor guy, lost nearly three and half months equivalent task" Arthur noticed a rainy afternoon. Marcus was in a corner, writing something. Francis was drawing to Madeline, who was sitting on the couch next to Arthur and looking around selfishly.
"Guys, is the common room most depressing of all time."
"Merci, Madeline?" Francis said with a smile. "Peux-tu me regarder? Tes yeux Je veux dessiner Eclats. "
Madeline blushed and looked down a moment, but then looked at Francis through her long lashesdark.
"Francis, I was flattered," he muttered.
Francis Madeline laughed and looked over his sketchbook. After a while, Arthur looked at his watch. "I have to go to the library, Alfred promised to help him with his task of potions."
"Oho." Francis left his sketchbook for a while and showed Arthur a wicked grin. "Bonne chance with your date."
"is NOT an appointment, frog" muttered Arthur. "See you two at dinner, and do not try anything."
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Francis and Madeline did not show up for dinner. After offering a good night to Alfred, Arthur ran to the Slytherin common room. "Dragon's Blood!" He shouted to the wall, who stepped aside to let him pass. Within
were neither Madeline and Francis, Marcus Lesauvage only writing in one corner. Arthur rushed to the bedrooms.
Francis was on his bed, reading a book. "Where the hell you been? Where is Madeline? "
" He went to his common room beforedinner, "said Francis drawled, carelessly turning the pages.
"Well, that does not justify your absence at the dinner."
"Je n'Ai eu pas faim."
"Madeline at the dinner was not either."
Francis blinked
. Suddenly he sat up, the book slid from his hands and landed on the floor. "Mon dieu, I did not say how to get out of the dungeon! He said he could probably find out on your own ... "
" Did not you tell how to get out of the dungeon? What kind of lover you are t & uacuyou;? "
" The guy that everyone wants? "
" Shut up! "Arthur walked to the door. "What if Madeline is the dungeon with the chair?"
Francis walked out the door in an instant. ________________________________________
"Lumos
" whispered Arthur, while walking through the dark hallway beyond the living room of potions. The tip of her wand lit up, showing an expansion of the stone castle.
Francis leaned on each pairyou from the wall, with the desperation of a drowning man. "Où est-elle?" He cried. "Où est-elle?"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "It ends with the drama," he grumbled.
suddenly found the entrance Francis falling through it. Arthur leaned over the wall and fell just when he heard a cry.
"MADELINE! NON! "
stood up and ran to Francis, who was bending over a body like a lover in mourning, holding her against his chest.
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Notes: Madeline is Sychelles, for those who have not discovered.
translator's note: French phrases relate as follows: C'est Madeline
: is Madeline. ouais /
Oui Yes Hé
: Hey!
D'accord, agreed. Merci, Madeline? - Peux-tu me regarder? Tes yeux Je veux dessiner Eclats
: thank you, Madeline? - Can you look at me? I want to draw your eyes bright. Bonne chance
: good luck. pas eu faim Je n'Ai
: I was not hungry. CHTMLX C Mon Dieu! : by god!
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