Elder Blood Witcher 395 Three Is A Party, Four Is A Harem...

Ciri "I wonder where Fleur is?" she ponders aloud while running.

Reima glances at her, "You didn't hear?"

Ciri shakes her head, "No... Did something happen?"

Reima "She barbecued the guy who was extorting Cho Change..."

Ciri looks surprised at this and questions "Why?"

Reima shrugs, "Apparently he was trying to force her to the ball with him?"

Ciri nods "Ah, I can see how that would happen..."

Reima "Ciri... You know Fleur likes me right?" she grins and nods at this, "Apparently she's been refusing all invitations to the ball and is waiting for someone to ask her..."

Ciri "Where is this going, Rei?" she asks, wondering what he wants to say.

Reima swallows his saliva, "Would you be opposed to me asking Fleur as well?"

...

"Hahahahahaha!" she begins laughing.

Reima's brows furrow, "What's so-"

Ciri "hahahaha!... I was wondering when you would ask me that, guys are all the same." she huffs, feeling slightly out of breath from running and laughing simultaneously. "Reima, what do you want from me?" she asks a sombre voice.

Reima "Want?"

Ciri nods, "Is there something your aiming for when you interact with me? You want my power? Body?" "I'd never-" "No, I don't think you would but everyone has an agenda, especially towards me. I just want to know what I'm getting into if we continue... Whatever this is."

Reima "I'm not really sure to be honest... I like you Ciri, don't doubt that but... I guess I'm just hoping for things to work themselves out."

Ciri smirks at this and nods, "The same could be said for me. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right now... But for your other question? Yeah, bringing Fleur would be fun for both of us."

Reima "Then, next we see her I'll ask." he says, wondering if Fleur would accept this weird arrangement.

Ciri "You forget that you'll have to duel someone for the honour of taking me first." she says sarcastically, knowing full well Krum doesn't stand a chance.

They continue to run, all the while forgetting the rabbit floating next to them, becoming terribly confused over their conversation.

Fleur was having a bad day, she'd been locked in her room all night after being given a stern talking to by her headmistress Madam Maxime. Apparently the newspapers had already let the public know about her ancestry, that she was part Veela. This wouldn't usually bother her but the situation had drastically changed, with her "a.s.sault" on a pure-blood and her "Lower than Mud-blood" status she's in quite a pickle when it comes to this countries authorities. She had heard that some were even trying to get her arrested and tossed into Azkaban, fortunately for her "Creatures" weren't allowed the mercy of Azkaban and would instead be executed by the kiss if it came to punishing her.

Fleur wasn't worried however as her father was a politician with not a low standing and wouldn't stand for such barbaric things to happen to her, though she was temporarily being kept inside the Beauxbaton carriage for her own safety as many Pure-Bloods would love to get revenge on her, and even though they viewed her as "Sub-Human" they wouldn't hesitate to attempt vile things to her.

While she lets all these almost life threatening problems wash over her, she's still battling with herself about what to do about the Yule Ball, she hadn't see hide nor hair of Reima since she had permanently scarred Roger Davies and she dreaded his reaction to it. Would he be disgusted with her? Scared? Indeed she thought her chances of seducing him were near zero at this point, perhaps she'd have to settle on one of the other substandard boys around? Though she doubted anyone would be brave enough to ask her after what'd happened to the last person.

Fleur grew bored of lying in bed and staring at her bedroom ceiling eventually and decides to pen a letter to her parents and sister, detailing everything that'd happened and to rea.s.sure them that she was fine.

Reima and Ciri make their way to the Great Hall after their morning run, both feel more relaxed about their situation than they had been before where everything was up in the air and could either way. Having an understanding about their relationship and where they stand makes them feel a little more stable, this can clearly be seen as both sit down at the table with small smiles present on their faces.

Angelina immediately notices this however and ruins the mood with a question, "You two f.u.c.k or what?" she says bluntly, causing Harry to spurt juice out of his mouth and nose.

Alicia and Damien snickers at this while Olivia holds a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Hermione looks at her balefully, "You can't ask people that! It's rude!"

Angelina glances at her before grinning, "Ah, my bad.." she turns to Harry and Hermione, "You two f.u.c.k yet?"

*Pfft!* Harry loses his drink yet again, wondering if he'd die if dehydration if this continued.

Hermione just stutters at her with a huge blush on her face, not being able to formulate a response that she wouldn't be mocked for.

Ciri shrugs, "Even if we did, why would we tell you?" she says while tucking into her breakfast.

Angelina nods at this appreciatively while Alicia and Olivia blush slightly.