With a needle in one hand and fabric in the other, Fleur was enjoying her new non-magical hobby; sew.
Her relationship with her mother-in-law had improved over the years, and now Molly Weasley had taught her sewing techniques, and Fleur enjoyed creating clothes for her little daughter herself.
A sigh escaped her lips as she stopped her work, feeling her cramped fingers. She may be quite skilled at what she does, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get tired, after all, she was still a novice. She took a short break and looked out the window; outside, in the backyard of their house, a comical scene was unfolding.
Her wife, Billie Weasley, was holding their almost one-year-old daughter in her arms. Victoire was crying, and Billie seemed to not know how to calm her down.
Fleur set aside her sewing things and walked towards where her wife and daughter were with a gentle smile on her lips. Billie smiled nervously as Fleur entered her field of vision.
"Well, what happened here?" the blonde asked with a hand on her hip. Over time, her English had improved significantly, and the French accent was barely noticeable.
"Um... yeah, the thing is... I can't calm her down," Billie said as if that explanation was enough. Fleur raised an eyebrow, silently demanding more details of what had happened. Billie sighed. "Well, I was playing with her when suddenly, a butterfly startled me, and I screamed, scaring Vic."
Billie fell silent, and Fleur processed what her beloved wife had said. The cries of Victoire (who was hiding amidst her mother's red hair) were the only sounds until Fleur's laughter filled the air. Victoire stopped crying and lifted her head from Billie's neck to look at Fleur holding onto her stomach while laughing. Billie looked at her confused, and Fleur took Victoire (still whimpering) in her arms, and the little girl clung to her neck with her tiny hands. Fleur finally calmed her laughter and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just that... How can someone be scared of a butterfly?" Colors rose to Billie's face at her wife's teasing tone.
"Hey! It wasn't my fault, that thing appeared out of nowhere!"
Fleur laughed again, infecting her daughter with her laughter, making her forget that just two seconds ago she was crying. Both blondes began to laugh joyfully as Billie's face returned to its normal color and she finally joined the harmonious sounds that altered the chemistry in her brain (in a positive way).