Fleur Weasley (![]() ![]() @ 2013-02-15 07:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !february, bill weasley, fleur weasley |
Who: Bill and Fleur Weasley
When: Early morning
Where: Their place
What: Post-Valentines Day conversation
Warnings/Ratings: TBD but probably not awful high
There were a few things Fleur was sure of and one of them was that they needed a bigger sofa. Sure it was comfortable to sit on but a night spent sleeping on it had left her feeling cramped and miserable or maybe that was just the fight. With a whimper she rolled over and rubbed at her still puffy and sore eyes. It was going to be a long day but the night had been longer and considerably more empty. She couldn't even remember the last time she had to sleep alone. It felt cold and empty.
As she laid there pieces of the night came floating back: the hurt, the angry words and apologize from Bill, and the icing on the cake... the creepy Valentines. Just the thought of it alone made her skin crawl and recalling the blood on her hands was enough to churn her stomach anew. She had left Bill to clean up the mess while she got sick.
She needed a drink. Though instead of her feet hitting the hard flooring they hit something soft, her husband. "What are you doing?" Fleur asked him peering at him from the edge of the couch, even though it was evident he had and was sleeping on the floor.