82 Ch.84 Beauty of Paris.

[Farewell- Bernth]

The night passed and the day came with a new dawn with new problems to be dealt with. Last night something happened something major. It changed something within them, the ones that were impacted heavily on were the three. All the three were dealing with it in their own way, two of them left and the other closer herself to the incident.

But they weren't the only ones dealing with it there were others. That were affected the same.

"Where is he?" Tracey asked as she stirred her tea.

"Paris." Ted said as he ate a biscuit and looked at her. 

Rubbing her temple and her feet tapping like she was playing the drums. "What happened?"

"They kissed." Ted shrugged his shoulders and took the paper in his hands.

She scoffed and sipped her tea, "I know that… I mean why? Why did it happen? Why did he leave and all that?"

"It's complicated…"

"Tell me about it, first they said they would take it slowly and the next thing you know they are sucking each others faces like some vampire!'

He chuckled and she looked at him, "Why do you look so happy?" Tracey raised her eyebrows and asked him.

"I'm not." She looked at him seriously and he answered, "Okay, maybe a little happy." She sighed and he said, "It's not necessarily a bad thing… all of them will be away for a while and then they will start thinking, should I have done that? What should I do? And Lastly do I want them? As soon as these questions are solved, we all will be back on track… it's easy."

"And what if someone decides. No?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then, it's a problem for us… let's just hope for the best."

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(Paris)

A man stands in front of a decrepit crooked tavern. Le Coq Chantant, the name of the establishment. It stood oddly at the outskirts of Place Cachée. It was out of common sight for the regular visitors of the place. And served the purpose of housing difficult and obscure individulals.

As the man stood in front of the rundown place he could hear a soft tune of a guitar playing. He sighed and walked inside the establishment. He looked around and the people were less than sane looking yet right now in this moment they felt peace or solace in the sound of the instrument. The man recognised the sound and walked towards the music.

People were surrounding the musician making it hard to make head and tales of the guy who was playing it. He tapped on the shoulder of a rather large man and he didn't respond causing the man to squeeze his head in between the shoulders and he saw the person he was looking for or not.

The musician was laying there on a tub filled with water up to his chest and the guitar partially submerged in it. The young man had golden hair and green eyes but he was sure that it was him so he called out his name, "JON?"

Jon stopped the music and all the other less than decent looking wizards glared daggers at Ed, making him gulp down in fear. "Ed!" The young man got out of the tub and said, "Let him through, he's my friend."

Ed looked at the big man and he grunted and made way for him, "What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow or something?"

Ed looked at his hair and said, "Well, you disappeared and Florian was worried."

"Oh" Ed saw that look in his eyes and said, "Well, come on now. We have to go."

"Awe, where?" The people looked at him angrily

"To meet the organizer and everyone… come on get your stuff." Jon sighed and said, "Alright guys, you have been a great crowd. I'll see you guys later."

"Bye Jon!" Everyone in the tavern said it at the same time making Ed question as to what Jon did to win them over in a few hours at that.

Ed stayed outside and waited for Jon to return and he did return rather quickly with just a small bag over his shoulders and a piece of bread in his mouth.

He looked a little different and it was like an ich on his brain that he couldn't scratch. As they were walking to the carriage stand Ed couldn't hold it in and asked, "What's with the hair?"

"Oh this?" Jon chuckled and said, "It's hiding in plain sight, I changed my hair, my clothes and my walking style. I don't think anyone would recognize me like this."

"And what were you doing there?"

"Oh, it was cheep and the people are not that bad as they look, once you scare them."

"Scare them?" 

"Yeah, any way where are we going?" Jon asked Ed.

They had reached the stands and were getting in one that was rather regal looking with all the furnishing inside and all. "You'll see."

And away we were flying through the sky I looked out and I could see it all, it was beautiful. The whole tapestry of architecture and humans and vehicles moving on and about in cohesion with each other was beautiful.

While I was looking at the beauty of Paris I could feel the nagging looking coming from Ed. "What happened?"

He asked with a smile on his face and I turned to him and shrugged my shoulders and said, "Nothing… I'm good."

"Nope, you look… I don't know, sad. Which is odd for you. So what's up with you?"

I exhaled and took in a deep breath, "How do you love someone?"

His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in surprise, "Oh." He sighed and said, "Well, I guess. You don't have anyone to tell you about the birds and bees… so when."

I stopped him and said, "I know that part." And that surprised him even more and I said, "I mean like… you know when you like someone. But you're afraid of it, of them. What you might and might not do? What they may or may not do?

In the end you just end up hurt and worse you hurt that person that you love. How do you over come it?"

He looked at me and said, "Whoa, that's some deep thoughts you have. Little Rock, but if I'm being honest. You can't sit around on it… when you know it's true, you need to grab hold of it and not let it go… even if you get hurt."

We started our descent down and I looked at him and asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Eh, we'll talk later about it."

We landed and I saw a huge castle made of bricks, limestone and granite. It was a huge castle and out in the middle of nowhere. We got out of the carriage and I said, "Are we performing for a king or something?"

"Kinda, the French ministry. Try to be a little less you… you know how these guys are right?" We saw a group of people out near the castle. 

I nodded and we started walking towards them. As I grew closer and closer, I started to make out some familiar figure. I saw a girl with clear pale skin that glowed softly. She had silvery-blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She wore a pale blue dress.

"Welcome... like the castle?" Said a small plumpy guy with black hair and sharp pointy beard.

I looked at Ed and he said, "That's Monsieur Delacour. He is the guy who made all this possible. Try and be nice."

I nodded and we walked over to him and Ed said, "This is Jonathan Grindelwald House… and this is Roman Delacour."

He reached out with his hand and said, "Roman, Roman Delacour. It's finally nice to meet the elusive, Jonathan House."

I nodded and said, "Thank you for… well, everything."

He tilted his head "Well now, you should go and take some rest… I have some things that I need to discuss with Ed over here."

I nodded my head, "Alright… thank you."

He nodded and said, "At least you are better than those three wombats who were here before... anyway, she'll show you to your room and just ask her if you need anything." 

He pointed at Fluer and she stepped up and smiled, "This way please."

Ed looked at me and I nodded and followed her out.

We were walking inside and she smiled and said, "I'm Fleur it's nice to meet you."

I smiled and nodded, "It's nice to meet you as well."

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I have a question how old was Fleur when she came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament?