Bill Weasley (billofnight) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-30 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill weasley, fleur delacour |
Who Bill/Fleur (teh Bleur)
What Fleur has some disturbing news
When Sunday evening
Where The lake/the hut
Warnings TBD
It actually took about three hours to clear the affected area of centaur dung. Bill rather admired the half-horse creatures for taking it on themselves to show what they felt of the way things were going at the school. Or maybe they just didn't like taking a dump in the forest. Either way, he wished it didn't have to impact on him so much. It would have been easy with magic, but instead he was forced to shovel several hundred kilos of droppings into a hole that had taken just as long to dig.
He was already late to meet Fleur, but he realised there was no way he could meet her like this - covered in dung and stinking to high heaven. Of course, it might do something to repel the thrall. Since she had left the other day he had been in something of a conundrum regarding this new development of Fleur's Veela powers. He didn't like it, but he didn't want to upset Fleur by telling her to stay away until she had it sorted out.
He hurried down to the lake and dove in from the deep end. Swimming always reminded him of the hours he and Charlie had spent splashing around in whatever was available near to where they were living at the time, while Percy watched them from a safe distance. It calmed him down a little. After five minutes of vigorous scrubbing with his hands, he thought he might have rid himself of the worst of the stench. By this time he was out near the middle of the lake, and uncertain depths spread down below him. Looking up, he saw a figure on the far end of the lake near the hut. Her hair sparkled in the orange light of the sunset. He steeled himself and began to swim towards her, hoping that whatever she wanted to talk about didn't involve her thrall getting any stronger.