Bill should have thought to bring an umbrella, but he usually flooed home. However, it seemed clear enough when he went to walk Fleur home, but in the habit of England, get a quarter of the way there and the downpour started.
There were charms, of course, but he didn't think of them just then, lost in the laughter and the feeling of Fleur's hand in his and the feelings welling up in his chest.
"I don't know, it's not so bad," Bill said with a broad grin on his handsome face, looking down at her lovely face and feeling his heart flip over in his chest. He had to run his hand through his own longish hair before he reached out to 'help' her with hers, laughing as he messed it up slightly only to smooth it back again neatly.