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Accidents Happen by Erinnmarie97
Chapter 5 : Guerras de broma
 
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“James! Belle!”

I squealed with laughter as James and I ducked under the covers of his bed. We could hear the bedroom fly open. Al ripped the covers off of us. I couldn’t control my laughter as I looked up at him.

“My hair is pink!” Al cried out.

“Bubble gum pink.” I giggled.

“Fix it!”

“Mmm, I don’t want to.” I said with a sweet smile, leaning back in the bed.

“Belle.”

“Al.”

“You made me do this.” He said with a smirk. “Cantis.”

“Despacito. Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito. Deja que te diga cosas al oído. Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo.”

“You know Spanish?” James asked, shocked.

I continued to sing as I raised my eyebrow at him. I actually spoke Spanish fluently due to my grandmother being Spanish. I looked over at Al. He was the one laughing now.

 “I’ll unjinx her once you fix my hair.” Al demanded.

His demands were fair. I would give anything to stop singing this stupid song. James lazily flicked his wand. Al’s hair went from the bubble gum pink back to his jet black. Al waved his wand and I lost the urge to keep singing. Thank Merlin.

“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish.” James said.

“My grandmother is from Spain.” I responded. “Want to see how fluent I am?”

I looked over at Al and plastered a sickly-sweet smile on my face. Al’s smile fell. Oh yes, the prank war was on.

“Cuida tu espalda Albus. Esta encendido.”

“What?” Al just stared at me.

I gave him a sweet smile, walking past him and out of the room.

Dom somehow managed to drag me out of my bed and down to the kitchen. I really didn’t want to leave the safety of my room but Dom insisted I needed to eat something. Usually I would just as the Potter’s house elf, Sweetie, to get my something when I was hungry.

When we walked into the kitchen, I wasn’t hit with the familiar smell of Ginny’s baking. Instead, food platters covered the counter. Ginny sat at the kitchen table, picking at her piece of casserole.

“Hi Aunt Ginny.” Dom said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, hi sweetie.” Ginny said, looking up from her plate. “Belle.”

Oh no. I braced myself for Ginny’s famous Bat-Bogey Hex. It never happened. Instead, she got up and gave me a motherly hug.

“I’m so glad you finally left that room.”

What? What is happening?

“Do you want some sweet potato casserole?” Ginny asked. “Mum brought over some. Actually, she brought all of this over.”

“What for?” I asked.

“Comfort food.” Ginny said sadly. “She made enough to last us through the funeral.”

The funeral.

My mood instantly sank back into the dark hole Dom dragged it out of.

“When is it?” I asked.

“In two days.” Ginny replied softly.

My heart sunk even more.

“Do it now.” I whispered, holding back my giggles.

James pointed his wand at the closed door and muttered the spell under his breath. We waited for our cue.

“Bloody fuck!” Al yelped from the shower.

James flicked his wand again, changing Al’s shower water from cold to hot. On cue, Al cursed. We changed the temperature again.

“Belle!” He yelled. “James!”

“Go!” I giggled, darting to James’s room.

I jumped into his bed, grabbing a book of the bedside table, and flipped it open to a random page. James flopped down on the bed next to me, propping his head up with his arm.

“Why did you never tell me you were fluent in Spanish?” He asked.

“Never came up.” I replied simply.

Al stormed into the bedroom, his towel wrapped around his waist.

“How was your shower Al.” I laughed. “You look a little chilly there.”

“You declared war Belle.” Al responded, a smirk forming on his face. “Be prepared.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked out of James’s bedroom.

“We need to prepare.” I said, turning to my boyfriend.

I picked at the piece of sweet potato casserole Ginny gave me. Dom sat next to me, scooping bits of her casserole into her mouth.

“I’m really glad Dom got you at of your room.” Ginny said. “Harry and I were starting to get worried about you.”

The swinging doors to the kitchen opened and James walked in. I looked at him. He looked at me, quickly adverting his gaze to somewhere else.

“Dom.” He said.

The Potter children were well versed in the French language. They learned it at the request of their aunt, Dom’s mother. Sometimes when I’m around, James and Al would switch to French to try and throw me off. Little did they know, my mother and her family were of French descent. Not only was I forced to learn Spanish as a child for my father’s family, I also learned French for my mother’s.

“Je vous suggère et Belle dormir avec un œil ouvert.” Al said.

“Je pense que Belle aurait l'air bien avec les cheveux roses” James laughed.

He better not color my hair pink. I will retaliate with bigger and better pranks. Al and James continued to converse in French, dropping my name every once in a while. I sat there lounging in the loveseat, debating on if I should let them know if I could understand everything they were saying. I did just reveal to them yesterday that I could speak Spanish.

Why not drop another bomb?

“Je peux vous comprendre, vous savez.”

James and Al cut their conversation short and turned to look at me.

Surprise boys!

“You speak French too?” Al asked.

“We’ve been dating for over a year and I didn’t know this.” James cried out.

“James,” Al said frantically, turning to his brother. “Think of everything we’ve ever said in French in front of Belle, thinking she couldn’t understand us.”

“Oh yeah.” I said, a slight smirk forming on my face. “You two have said some pretty crude things.”

The look of fear on their faces was enough to satisfy me for the day.

“What are you doing here?” James asked his cousin.

“I came to get Belle out of her room.” Dom stated. “She’s been in there for three days.”

“She should’ve stayed there.” James muttered.

Dom stood up from the table, banging her fist down.

“Assez!” She snapped. “James, you need to stop being a little twit.”

What the hell was she doing?

“Look,” Dom said in a softer tone. “I get that your devastated about Al. I would be heartbroken if anything ever happened to Louis. But Belle feels like shit about the whole situation. So does your Mum, your Dad, Lily, and all of us. You can be angry at the world all you want but you don’t need to be taking this out on Belle.”

James looked over at me flicking his eyes back to his cousin.

“Don’t come into my house and try to tell me how to feel.” James said coolly.

He grabbed a plateful of casserole and walked out of the kitchen. I avoided looking at him, staring down at my plate instead. I tried to keep the tears back, a few managed to escape and run down my face though.

“He’ll come around.” Dom whispered. “He’s just grieving differently.”

Will he come around?

I opened the fridge, pulling out a galleon of chocolate milk. I turned to the counter, pouring myself a tall glass. Who didn’t like a snack of cookies and milk? I went to put the galleon back in the fridge when the container exploded. Milk splashed all over me and the floor.

“Albus!”

Al stepped out of the corner. He has a please look on his face, clearly very proud of himself.

“Looks like you made a bit of a mess here Belle.” He said with a smirk.

“Is that the best you can do?” I laughed. “If so, I’ll win this war with no problems.”

“Nah, it’s only the beginning.” Al smiled.

“Good.” I said. “Now come and give your favorite person a hug.”

I walked towards him with my arms out, milking dripping off the bottom of my shirt. Al darted out of my reach. I chased him around the kitchen, shouting out that he didn’t love me.

I missed him.

 

Author’s Note- So James and Belle started a prank war with Al. And let’s not forget about that little language bomb Belle dropped.

Disclaimer- The song lyrics were from Despacito by Luis Fonsi.

Translations:

Cuida tu espalda Albus. Esta encendido. - Watch your back Albus. It's on.

Je vous suggère et Belle dormir avec un œil ouvert. - I suggest you and Belle sleep with one eye open.

Je pense que Belle aurait l'air bien avec les cheveux roses - I think Belle would look good with pink hair

Je peux vous comprendre, vous savez. - I can understand you, you know.

Assez! – Enough!


"Slowly. I want to breathe your neck slowly. Let me tell you things in my ear. So you remember if you're not with me. " – Those are the song lyrics. However, the song is a Spanish song and is not meant to be read in English.

 

I promise next time not to throw so many languages in. I think I got a little happy with the translator. Another Disclaimer – All translations were done with Goggle. So if you’re fluent in French or Spanish, it may be off.

This may be the longest AN I’ve ever written. You know what to do. Leave a review and tell me what you think.

I also want to give a quick shout out to Potterhead1994 and Dracoismyboyfriendguys for their helpful advice.

XOXO


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