Who: Bill and open to Grimmauld-ers
Where: Grimmauld Place
What: Bill is annoyed and lonely.... I'm bored... So bored that I typed all this on my iPhone 0.o
Bill was angry, and he was bored. This might not have been so bad - boredom was better than hard labour, to a point - but it didn't take long for him to start worrying about his family at the Academy. His fears for Ginny and Ron were always there, always lurking at the back of his mind. But they at least had the option of staying out of trouble. Fleur was a spy, in the end, and they could find her out at any time. And she had taken their baby back into the wolf pit with her. Thinking about it made his stomach churn, but he could think of little else. He was convinced that he could never love anything as much in his life as that tiny part of him, the tiny innocent face, his own son. He wondered how his parents had ever survived losing three - no, four now, he thought guiltily - of their kids to the other side. There was absolutely bugger all he could do to protect anyone, when it was his JOB to protect them, and it drove him mad.
Charlie had leant him his wand, and he flicked it angrily at the book on the far table. "Accio!" He had been in the sitting room now for three hours, trying to get one damn spell to work. He was beginning to think he must be too old to learn anything at all. He remembered, vaguely, being quite good at simple spells as a teen, before his capture, but after fourteen years it just wouldn't come to him. There was something ridiculous about a thirty year old man struggling with a spell a fourteen year old should have no trouble with. "Accio," he snapped again. The book wobbled sympathetically before giving up. "Fuck it," Bill growled, tossing the wand onto the table.
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