Chapter 10.4- Doom Days

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“Yes, Sophie. I saw the way he struck the beast with lightning. I was there remember?” Fleur was at the edge of just sighing with irritation and tossing something at her friend who seemed to be taking the opportunity to tease her relentlessly for her defeat.

“And then there was the runic magic. Who would have expected to see that kind of thing here of all places? You know they managed to get Sophie Devereaux to comment on it and she had a lot to say” Her friend continued, leafing through the magazine like she didn’t just drop a bombshell on them all.

“Sophie Devereaux? THE Sophie Devereaux?” Isabelle asked, shocked.

“Well, it’s not like it’s a common name among witches. The Devereaux part, not the Sophie. So who else could I be talking about?”

“Okay, that’s enough” Jean cut in and snatched the magazine out of Sophie’s hands and tossed it over to her as the girl rose in irritation to wrestle it from her.

Fleur wasted no time finding the page that had the OP-ed from the famed witch. Sophie hadn’t been lying in the end.

“It’s really Sophie Devereaux”, she said, voice numb. Every single one of them had written the famed witch at least once hoping to get the woman’s attention and maybe even a position as the famed charmed mistress’ apprentice. But then some English boy had managed to do it without even trying. Boy-Who-Lived or not, there was something profoundly unfair about that.

“What did she say” Isabelle asked, and Fleur devoured the contents of the page again, still stuck silence. She wasn’t surprised when Jean impatiently snatched it out of her hand after a period of silence and then began to read out loud. It took a few paragraphs for him to get to the part that she’d been reading over and over again,

“While runic magic is not unheard of by any means, even middling wizards in the Americas have managed some form of runic magic, the discovery of a new form of runic magic is a show of prodigious skill without equal. Combining the Elder Furthrak runes with the Yoruba language of West Africa should be impossible. Both languages evolved completely independently of one another. It should be impossible for magic to be possible with those two languages. Each of them are saying something differently to magic and should not be able to come together. But then again, no one should be able to survive being struck by the Killing Curse. I welcome correspondence with Mr. Potter on the subject and would be most honored to study this achievement with him in a laboratory setting.” She murmured the last sentence along with him as he read it out loud to stunned silence.

“Did she just-?” Isabelle asked.

“Yes, yes she did” Fleur confirmed.

“Studying with Sophie Devereaux? What I wouldn’t give for that” Jean said, saying the words on all their minds.

“I’d definitely give the rest of you up for the chance.”

“Same, Sophie. Same”

A/N; Yes, I’m giving Fleur friends in this story. There’s no canonical reason to believe she was being isolated or whatever Fanon would say about the subject matter.