"There's not one person, who went bad that wasn't from Slytherin."
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[ Fleur had been awoken by her family's "alarm owl", as her father Edward had called it, bright and early on the morning of September 1st. Fleur woke up, know what the day was! Excitement ran through her like it was her first year back at Hogwarts. She had spent the last two week packing and unpacking her many, many trunks over and over again making sure she did forget a single thing for her fifth year back. She had spent countless hours making list after list of essentials she had to remember to pick up every trip to London. Fortunately for Fleur, her very wealth parents were willing to dish out any amount of money to buy her the needed school implements. Sometimes she secretly didn't tell her parents that certain items weren't necessarily "required" for school. She just wanted tools and trinkets no one else in her classes had.
Fleur got out of her lovely ivory and gold adorned bed and slid her feet into luxurious sheep wool slippers. She made her way excitedly towards her bathroom door. She put her hand on the Mother of Pearl doorknob and just as she was about to twist it she heard a loud crash coming from down stairs of her manor. She said aloud, "Mother must be experimenting again!". She giggled and open her bathroom door. She had always hated mornings because she struggled to find the light switch just upon waking up. She scaled her hand up and down the wall until she found the second switch over. Upon flipping it up lights started to turn on, starting at the far end of her bathroom by her bathtub making their way to the front and all the way around her mirror. She found it hard to believe that another summer had already passed and she wouldn't be back in her own bathroom until Christmas break. She made her way across her bathroom sliding her slippers on the marble tile. She threw open the curtain of her shower and turn the hot water knob to the left, two rounds and the cold water knob right for one round. She giggled again thinking of how she had such a process at her house and knew she would miss it, being that the showers at Hogwarts were so touch with the knob. Just the slightest bit too far on the cold knob could make the difference between and boiling hot shower and a freezing ice bath!
After Fleur was finished showering she grabbed her bath rob and walked over to her vanity. She took a seat at the willow wood desk that was crafted for her mother when she was 13 by her grandfather. She slide out the drawer and started to apply her make-up. Her father had always hated that her mother taught her the joys of applying make-up. Fleur knew her father disapproved from hearing him say, "Flea, you are just so much more beautiful without it!". She smiled in the mirror please with the results. She hoped it would last all day until after the Grand Feast of Hogwarts was over and she could start unpacking. She started to unravel the cord to her curling iron when she heard the doorknob turn. She swiftly jerked her head to see who was entering. It was just her favorite little house elf, Fletcher! She welcomed him in softly and said, "Come on in, Fletch" with a smile. She slowly pulled in a trolly with her breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and a wide assortment of fruit. Fleur was always kind to her house elves, asking if they would like any of the food for a snack, because she alone could never finish all of it! Fletcher said, "No madam. Fletch thanks you for your kind offer, but Fletcher must finish his morning chores before eating." She giggled and said, "Fletch! You're off today! You know that you never have chores the day I leave for schooling!". Fletcher's eyes grew large and began to tear up. He softly whispered, "Yes madam, Fletcher knows. Fletcher has just been telling himself that Miss. Fleur does not leave for school for much longer to prevent the heartache and tears." At that moment Fletcher started to cry and Fleur made her way over to him. She picked him up and sat him down on the marble counter top and hugged him, giving him words of encouragement and ensured him that she would send him letters with pictures and little toys from Hogmeade...
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