[WHO] Bill & Fleur Weasley
[WHEN] Backdated to here | Late Evening
[WHERE] Shell Cottage
[SUMMARY] Fleur needed some time with her husband; Bill needed a break from work. There's a lot of discussion/cuddles in line!
[RATING] PG-13 | TBD
[STATUS] Closed | Incomplete


Weeks like these made Bill Weasley wonder why he loved working for Gringott's to begin with. Then again, he didn't start out in an office position; originally he was in Egypt, and in some strange way, quite a bit of him was still there. It went without saying that his heart was here in England, to be specific, residing in Shell Cottage in the form of his beautiful wife and energetic, lovable toddler. However, that part of Bill that desired uncertainty, adventure, and the all-encompassing glamour life had to offer... that part of him had been restless lately. He had much to owe to Gringott's. After all, that's where he met the love of his life. And to think that he only took the job to be closer to the action, back in the day!

On his way home from Gringott's, he had heaps of time to think about things. To evaluate life, so to say. Rumors of murders and increased dangers of a various kind (i.e. dangers such as those Angelina Weasley faced only weeks ago) would be enough to keep most sensible people well-grounded. Bill, however, had never been too 'sensible.' Nah, he was too mature for that! When he was a safe distance from the stragglers within Diagon Alley, the pensive redhead apparated to the usual location, half a mile from Shell Cottage. The wards he'd placed on his home recently meant that was the closest one could apparate; and while he could've taken the floo network from the lone fireplace in his office at work, for some reason he desired to walk this evening. He had much to think through before stepping through that threshold. The main thing occupying his mind: how to convince Fleur it was time to return to Egypt, this time with her and Victoire. Of course, it would be a long-shot. It was also quite an abrupt decision, which he knew all-too-well weren't generally accepted by his extended family. It couldn't hurt to try though, and he knew that Fleur was growing restless of being alone all day long, cooped up in the house with no adults to talk to. It had to be driving her mad by now...

Bill smiled at the thought of his wife; she had definitely become his hero. Not only did she look after him on those dreaded days the full moon came around, she willingly and without much complaint tended to their only child day in and out. At this point, he mentally beat himself for not bringing a romantic token home to show his appreciation, though he was certain he could make it up to her... Maybe Egypt would do the trick? Probably not.

His face became a bit more relaxed as the cottage came into view. Home sweet home. If the extensive wards had done their job, only those who formerly knew the location of their cottage could reach it by foot, magic, or any other means. Unplottable. Nothing like it. That was the beauty of living in such a secluded area. However, if one searched long and hard enough, certainly said wards could be overruled. Bill shoved such horrendous thoughts from his mind, focusing on what remained behind that door. He knocked three times upon the aging wooden door. Rather strange behavior for the owner of said cottage, but the family had returned to measures of security that had been enforced back in the time Voldemort was at large. "Don't forget to ask the question, my love." Yes, they had resorted to asking questions to be certain they could identify one another and be sure that neither were under the charge of the Imperius Curse or polyjuice, or any other form or dark magic for that matter. Not many families had returned to such precautions, but after what happened with his sister-in-law, Bill couldn't be too careful when it came to his family--his life.