The village was weird right now. With all the quirks, it was almost like Skeeter was back again. Without most of the malevolence though. He wasn't about to call George the new Skeeter; he knew his brother had taken enough flack with the mistakes that had been made during the switch.
Still, despite those errors, everything seemed to have settled down now. Almost all of his family was here, and he was grateful that his father had shown up recently. It was definitely a calming presence. Charlie was still drinking, but he seemed to be getting over the loss of Tonks now.
And he had adjusted to being without Fleur again. He didn't know if life could ever really be normal without her, but he did the best that he could. He preoccupied himself with his brothers' problems, and went and saw his daughter as often as possible. And he got by.
He was heading back home, enjoying the weather, figuring that soon it was going to be too hot, when he was surprised to hear his name. He had only half-turned when Fleur was abruptly in his arms. He felt his body go into shock, his heart skipping a bit, as he was overwhelmed by her touch, by the all too familiar scent of her. It took a moment to figure out what to do, because all he could think, for a brief instant, was that he had told George not to bring her back anymore.