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Link: Fleur Delacour-Beauxbaton's Princess

Summary: Fleur Delacour has the "best" friends, is the most "popular" girl in school, and has the Headmistress right under her thumb. What will happen when her entire world turns upside down? Will she be able to cope, or will she lose everything?

Princess Joy: I've never been much of a fan of Fleur really. She's just annoying. Fanfic has made my hate for her reach new heights. I know it's only because authors write her this way, but that doesn't help any. This story would have been a lot better if the author had made Fleur less of a prissy, perfect bitch. Sadly, everyone thinks Fleur is perfect in every way.

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Chapter 1: A Day in the Life of Fleur


Fleur Delacour was sitting in her bathroom at Beauxbatons on a stool applying her makeup carefully. The bathroom was very big, with a vanity, stool, huge jacuzzi tub with five different valves, all of which did different things. There was a toilet and huge counter with a marble top and three sinks. The rug on the floor covered the marble floor, and the rug itself was a peach color.

Princess Kathleen: Is it possible to add more depth to Fleur's character rather than making her a vain airhead? Also thanks for the detailed description of a bathroom from the Park Hyatt hotel.

"Hurry up Fleur!" She heard her best friend, Arielle outside the door. She just laughed and shouted back. "I'll be done in ten minutes, Arielle! Hold on!"

Princess Joy: Seriously? I thought Fleur was a natural beauty. She wouldn't need make-up to enhance her appearance.

Fleur smiled and gazed into the mirror in front of her. Staring back was a very pretty blonde haired girl with blue eyes. Her hair was very blonde, nearly white. She smiled again, and revealed her perfectly straight, white teeth. She had long, thick eyelashes and pouty pink lips. Her cheeks were pale, but had a hint of pink in them.

Princess Victoria: Is she admiring the make-up she just put on?
Princess Kathleen: Must we make her so vain? She's really boring this way.

Eventually the three of them were ready, wearing their grey-silver school robes.

Princess Joy: The book (you know, that thing this story is supposed to based upon) describes Beauxbatons general colours are powdery blue and light blue. Unless of course, for the sake of making this story even worse, the Sue author decided to match the school robes to Fleur, rather than the school colour.

All of the floors in the Beauxbatons palace were marble, and chandeliers hung everywhere. There were beautiful tapestries with princesses being rescued from towers and rosebushes around every corridor. All of the ceilings were elaborately carved, and had been that way for hundreds of years. There were statues lining the hallways but no clanking suits of armor.

Princess Joy: Because armour always clanks when it's on DISPLAY!!
Princess Kathleen: Were rosebushes really all that dangerous to princesses?

Beauxbatons varied from Hogwarts in the fact that they only attended school five years, and there were not four houses. There were only two, Apollo and Artemis, named after the Roman god and goddess. In the Apollo house, were the boys. In the Artemis house, were the girls.

Princess Victoria: Five years? Explain why Gabirelle is there then.
Princess Joy: Sadly, she has still divided up the school by sexes... creative... but not creative enough.
Princess Kathleen: Why name the houses after gods/goddesses who have no real connection to the school? Did Artemis build the school?

At Beauxbatons, there were about fifty round tables that seated six people each.

Princess Joy: Because that is totally an effecient use of space.

All of the girls, except for Fleur, were quite fond of Cecile, who had black hair and blue eyes, and was quite opposite of Fleur, yet Fleur felt competition.

Princess Kathleen: Competition is a noun or a descriptive adjective. You are missing a word there!
Princess Victoria: Oh noes!! It will be a cat fight!!


Fleur sat in between Arielle and Christophe, while Noelle sat next to Pierre and Cecile.

Princess Victoria: You know, I'm going to forget this once I read it.


Hmm.." she said slowly, as though mentally going over her schedule, "I think I ‘ave ‘ze time to spend with you." She smiled at him as he nodded

Princess Joy: Why does no one else talk like Fleur in the fake French accent?? Seriously. No one else does!
Princess Victoria: But she doesn't at the beginning of the story.

When they arrived in class, they discovered they would be taking notes on cleaning charms.

Princess Victoria: OMG NO WAY! What a discovery!!! Notes!!! Whoda thunk it.

She smiled to herself. How much better could things get? She was beautiful, the most popular girl in school, and now had a date with the very handsome Andre. Could anything make her life better?

Princess Kathleen: Um, I'm thinking its a fifty/fifty chance of either getting ridiculously better, or it all going down the shitter.

Gabrielle was about the only person that Fleur really was ridiculously kind to—she realized how much Gabrielle looked up to her.

Princess Joy: Fleur = Paris Hilton or is it just me?

"I had to find you! Mum sent a letter this morning." Gabrielle pulled a long piece of parchment from her bag and handed it to Fleur.

Princess Victoria: Shouldn't Gabrielle be calling her "mama" and not the British "mum"?

"Hey Elle.." Fleur said, using her little sister's nickname.

Princess Joy: For some reason her nickname grates my nerves. Maybe because I think they would never use nicknames, seeing as how they're so proper and perfect and all that.

I can't believe I got it!!" Fleur's biggest dream had come true—she was a wizard fashion model, and had just gotten her first job for a segment in Witch Weekly.

Princess Kathleen: Since when is Witch Weekly the wizard equivalent of Vogue? I always envisioned it sort of like Redbook or Chatelaine.


Total Number of Times the Story Referred to Current Celebutantes:21
Total Number of Times Nothing Made Any Effing Sense: 13
Total Number of Times Fleur Sounds Intelligent: 0



Chapter 2: The TriWizard Tournament

A/NI figured I should write like JK, and make Fleur sound French, but I realized, if they really were at their school, they wouldn't be speaking English, so they wouldn't have the accent thing going on...therefore regular writing is okay...

Princess Victoria: At least she's giving up trying that experiment.


Just as Fleur was beginning to wonder if her life could get any better, she realized it could, and in all likely hood, would become better.

Princess Joy: There are no words...
Princess Kathleen: O Grammar Gods! Please Smite this horrid sentence! We shall be grateful for the service, forever and ever.


there was a louder buzz of talking going around the main hall, which they found unusual. Beauxbatons students were well disciplined, and never raised their voices in a setting such as evening meal.

Princess Kathleen: Um, if you get teenagers in one place, at one time, it's going to get loud! No matter how well behaved they are. And it will be ten times worse in a marble hall. Echo anyone?


Noelle and Arielle were the type of girls who were easily confused–as far as Fleur was concerned, they were her sidekicks, nothing else. They were somewhat enjoyable to hang out with, but Fleur never remembered having a deep conversation with them...in fact, she couldn't remember having a deep conversation with anyone.

Princess Joy: Maybe that was all Fleur's fault, not her "sidekicks".
Princess Victoria: But Fleur, have you ever tried to have a deep conversation?
Princess Kathleen: Of course not! She's the French version of Paris Hilton. Maybe that's the problem with her sidekicks... she thinks they're the T-Mobile kind.

Basically, Arielle and Noelle were the second and third prettiest girls in the year, therefore, Fleur's best friends, as she was the prettiest.

Princess Joy: How else would it be? *flips hair over her shoulder*
Princess Kathleen: Ladies, we have a Sparkleypoo!

Fleur ordered her usual–a light salad with no dressing, and one piece of grilled salmon with spinach and escargot on the side, no dessert

Princess Joy: Why was it so important to tell us that?
Princess Victoria: But I thought the French loved their food and wouldn't skimp on anything?
Princess Kathleen: I'm thinking this Sue-author has just read "French Women Don't Get Fat".

Before the food arrived, Madame Maxime walked (more accurately, waddled) up to the table where Fleur and her friends were sitting, and tapped Fleur on the shoulder.

Princess Victoria: Madame Maxime doesn't waddle. Do you think she would be waddeling around looking for Giants with Hagrid? No! She's not fat, she's part-giant!


Total Number of Times the Story Referred to Current Celebutantes: 39
Total Number of Times Nothing Made Any Effing Sense: 24
Total Number of Times Fleur Sounds Intelligent: 0


Chapter 3: Meeting with Maxime

Fleur and Madame Maxime settled into the Headmistress office comfortably, Maxime barely fitting into her oversize armchair, while another person could sit with Fleur in her chair.

Princess Victoria: Madame Maxim would just get a bigger chair!
Princess Kathleen: Yeah, I mean she is the Headmistress after all.


Fleur asked meekly, although she knew that she was bound to be school champion.

Princess Joy: Because you're perfect, right?

"Of course. You're my top student, most talented, et cetera. You are the only choice, basically." Madame Maxime explained. "Now lets talk about your room at Hogwarts..."

Princess Victoria: Et Cetera? Who says et cetera? Espically when dealing with listing someone's abilities.

Fleur scanned the list, seeing that it was much like her current room. Suddenly she found a flaw. "It says that I have a four drawer dresser...could I please have a six drawer?" Madame Maxime nodded. "And I don't see a closet listed here..."

Princess Joy: Are you serious?!
Princess Kathleen: Flaw? THAT'S a flaw?? *sigh* Just... No...

Fleur snorted. "Andre, get up...purity and devotion..." She took the rose from his hand, casually dropped it to her side, and kissed him. "Let's go somewhere a little more private."

Princess Joy: Ladies don't snort.
Princess Victoria: Ladies also don't go off to "somewhere a little more private."
Princess Kathleen: *cough cough*ParisHilton*cough cough*

Total Number of Times the Story Referred to Current Celebutantes: 58
Total Number of Times Nothing Made Any Effing Sense: 31
Total Number of Times Fleur Sounds Intelligent: 0


Princess Joy: This fic wasn't horrible. I'll admit, it could have been a lot worse. However, the author chose to make Fleur the same way everyone else makes her seem: snobbish and everyone's dream. If the author had expanded her character at all and planned the storyline out a bit more, this fic could have been much more interesting.