Fleur Weasley (parexcellance) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-27 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, bill weasley, fleur delacour, poppy pomfrey |
Who: Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley and later Poppy Pomfrey
When: The very early hours of November 27th
Where: An old wizarding cemetery, outskirts of London; Then most likely their place
What: Fleur asked Bill to come get her after Demetrius was done with her
Rating/Status: Closed/TBD but probably not more than PG
Just a little more, Fleur told herself as she inched her body closer to where Demetrius left her wand. Her broken bones ached and protested but she paid them no mind. If she was going to send Bill a message, she needed her wand. Her broken fingers some how found a way to grip her wand as she cast the Patronus Charm.
Fleur's snow leopard shaped patronus looked at her before bouncing off to do what it was meant to do. She knew she should make an effort to get up and move to a place a little less exposed but she didn't. She didn't have the energy or the motivation. It wasn't like she was going to be able to fight Demetrius off if he came back any how. Instead she curled up and decided she would take a little nap until Bill showed up. In her clouded head, it would only take him a few minutes any how. There was no problem with it or that's what she told herself.
It wasn't until she heard someone call her name that Fleur stirred. It was then that she was aware of how cold she was; she was shivering. Fleur wasn't even sure what had happened to her jacket, she hadn't seen it since the start of the ordeal, her shoes either. Whimpering she lifted her head up slightly, blue eyes surveying the shadows moving in the darkness.
"Bill?" Fleur called to him softly, hoping it was him she heard and not Demetrius, but she couldn't shake the fear that it was Demetrius and not Bill. When he found her she would be laying there, curled up, still. Her hair was dirty, tangled, and streaked with her blood, as was her clothing. The darkness concealed the bruises and cuts that laced her pale skin, at least until one got close to her.