William Arthur Weasley (bp_bill) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-06-17 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 06, character: bill weasley, character: remus lupin |
RP: Bill and Remus
Who: Bill and Remus
Where: Shell Cottage
When: June 17
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Remus comes over to ask Bill some questions
Bill was staring out over the ocean, the waives crashing and falling against the cliffs, only to repeat the same pattern again and again. Fleur had loved the ocean, the sound, the smell. Bill used to love it too, but now it only reminded him of things too painful to remember.
With the house empty save for himself and mum, reminders were even worse. There was nothing here to keep him busy, nothing to keep him from the memories as they crashed down on him. He'd started sleeping in Louis' room the moment he went back to Hogwarts, but that wouldn't last. He needed a new bed. He couldn't sleep in the theirs, it was too big, too cold and he kept reaching out for Fleur only to feel the empty space where she should have been.
He wanted to forget. He wanted his body to forget. He longed back to Egypt, to the tents and hard camp beds. Goblins weren't exactly generous in what they got for you. Maybe he ought to sell the house? Though that would mean taking off the fidelius, finding a new place, putting a new fidelius up. He wasn't sure he had the energy for that. A new bed, though. He needed a new bed.
He turned when he heard the sound behind him, relaxing when he saw Remus. "Hi," he said. "Mum let you in, huh?" She would be thrilled to have visitors, between the two of them, this was not the happy home it had once been. Just a house full of memories. "I'm sure she already offered tea, dinner and dessert all at once so I'll settle for offering you fire-whiskey." he said with a small smile that never reached his eyes. "Or are you just here to talk?" Not about Fleur. Please let this not be another check up on him conversation. He couldn't handle those.