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Fleur Weasley (fleur_weasley) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-08-13 19:53:00

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!retcon, bill weasley, dec 2002, fleur weasley, loc: shell cottage, type: rp

News All Around
Date & Time: Friday, 27 December 2002 | Afternoon
Post Type: RP
Status: Complete
Character(s): Fleur Weasley, Bill Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Summary: Bill has news. Fleur has news.
Retcon Info: These three threads happened, except without the Charlie/Nicky bits and in Aug/Sept 2002. Bill and Fleur have been in France together since Oct 12th.

Fleur found herself checking the clock every few minutes as she made her way from room to room, keeping an eye on the various cleaning spells she'd set to rid the house of the layers of dust that had settled in the two and a half months they'd been away from Shell Cottage. Bill had gone into the office today, mostly because he knew that the place would be relatively deserted on a Friday so close to a holiday. They'd been back in England less than a day, but she knew he'd be able to relax better if he wasn't thinking about what awaited him in the office on Monday.

That said, she really wished he'd stayed home today. She hadn't known this morning when she'd kissed him goodbye that it would be important—but there was a lot she hadn't known this morning.

As she finished her circuit of the house, Fleur ended it in the sitting room and sank onto the couch, pulling her her knees up and hugging them to her chest. A big grin came to her face, but she bit her lip and chased it away. It was early. There was still so much time for things to go wrong, like they had the last time. She shivered at the thought, closing her eyes against the torrent of emotions that came with letting herself really think about it. She'd grieved, and she'd finally given Bill the opportunity to grieve, but it hadn't gone away. And now—she drew in a sharp breath, but she chased away the sob that might have come with it only a few months ago. How was it possible to be so elated, and yet so terrified? Her chest felt like it might burst from it, so instead she forced herself to her feet.

Bill would be home soon. Then at least she wouldn't be dealing with the news on her own.

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bill__weasley
2017-09-08 12:31 am UTC (link)

His excited smile softened, turned fond and reflective as Fleur lightly admonished him. She was right, of course. Bill had very clear memories of his mum being pregnant with the twins- and subsequently Ron and then Ginny- and she had handled running the already hectic family just fine then too, without the full brood to contend with. It was utterly unfair to think his wife wouldn't be up to do the same. She'd been a bloody Triwizard champion, for wizard's sake.

He grinned again, and nodded. "Yes, I'll send them tonight, request an RSVP." He paused, and then abruptly: "I'm completely mad for you, you know?"

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fleur_weasley
2017-09-08 12:56 am UTC (link)

Fleur didn't respond immediately to Bill's somewhat-rhetorical question. Instead, she carefully chewed and swallowed her last bit of stew, rinsed it down with a sip of tea, then levitated it all to the sink before finally standing. Two steps took her to her husband's side, and she leaned down and pressed her forehead to his before whispering, "Je t'aime tellement."

She kissed his nose, then straightened and pulled away before he could make any move to pull her closer. "I'm going to take a shower, and then go to bed early. It's been a long day." And no matter how much she wanted to let him know she wasn't an invalid simply because she was pregnant, she was pretty tired. "Perhaps finish those invitations quickly?" Fleur raised an eyebrow at him, clearly flirting, and then giggled girlishly as she walked toward the stairs.

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bill__weasley
2017-09-09 09:42 pm UTC (link)

He would never admit to the pathetic little whimper that left him at Fleur's frankly brazen flirting, but the noise left him nonetheless. After a moment, Bill cleared away his own dish and the tea set, pausing only long enough to clean them and put them away. And then- it was was undoubtedly a world record time- he dashed off the invitation, duplicated it, and then went out into the cold sea air to fetch their owl.

After directing it to take most of the invites to the post- along with the requisite amount due for handling the rest- he came back inside and stood in the living room for a moment, listening to the falling water upstairs. That was his wife. His pregnant wife. And they were going to try to adopt right away, not as a contingency, but in addition to.

He sank back against the door, knocked momentarily breathless at the happy turn his life was suddenly taking. He thought of George and Ginny and Percy, thought of everything they were going through with this wretched disease, and he hoped they could garner some small bit of happiness at the news- or at least the part that he and Fleur were going to share for now.

He heard the water shut off, and pushed himself away from the door. Bill smiled to himself, and then walked to the stairs, already pulling off various articles of clothing as he ascended. They were back home, together, and he fully intended to christen their return to Shell Cottage properly.

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