Ok so, I got loads of views on the last chapter but no reviews... :( This chapter is short, its just a little scene that happened to my friend and I while we were away for the weekend using a small amount of (bad) French. Translations are probably not correct, my French is probably not correct, but hey no body is reviewing so it doesn't matter much. I'm writing this for my own enjoyment in order to never forget some amazing memories.
Disclaimer: No children, squirrels, bowling pins, Mickey Mice, trees, pillars, ducks or water beds were harmed in the making of this fic, but the dignity of the characters involved remains to be seen.
La Guêpe
Lucius and Severus were en route to the badminton court, holding a nonsense conversation in French. To someone who did not know the language it sounded quite impressive.
« Tu as trop tard, tu as perdu, tu n'as pas les jambes ! »
« J'ai les jambes ! C'est un peu froid... »
« Oui, c'est froid mais tu n'as pas les jambes. »
« J'ai les jambes mon amis, j'ai les jambes. Comment çava cette matin? »
« Bien et tu ? Et tu as trop tard, tu as perdu et tu n'as pas les jambes. »
To the family walking behind the duo, this was all incredibly exotic. The tall dark haired man conversing with his equally tall blonde counterpart. Both carrying themselves with an elegant grace unseen in these parts. The family were impressed any foreigners as well off as this pair obviously were, would want to holiday in the middle of a forest full of sports facilities. Until a wasp appeared.
"OH MY GOD IT'S A FUCKING WASP!" Severus squawked as he attempted to bat it away. Lucius squealed and flailed, catching sight of the family who had been so impressed previously. All stood stalk still, mouths hanging open, staring at the incredibly British accents coming from the supposed Frenchmen.
End Scene.