There was absolutely nothing about this village that was not disorienting. For Bill, he had spent every minute trying to come to terms with what had suddenly happened to his life, his family. Ron was older than he, Charlie was fourteen, and Fred was still alive. The idea that Fleur had no idea who he was made all of it a little harder to deal with. Every time he thought he might have wrapped his head around the reality of this new place, he could feel confusion and panic set in once again.
Almost on instinct he found his way to the bank. Perhaps it might not have been the best idea to seek out Fleur. It wasn't that he didn't miss her - oh, he did - but there was always the possibility that it might make accepting his new surroundings all the harder. Yet, he was here. He couldn't help himself.
Slowly he walked through the quiet building, taking slow, deep breaths. He'd worn his hair down in hopes of distracting Fleur from the scars on his face. With his Fleur he wasn't self-conscious of them. This Fleur? It made him a little anxious.
"H-- hey," he stumbled, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His hands hid themselves in the pockets of his leather jacket. She was the exact stunning vision he remembered. That feeling of being a nervous school boy took over him. It was the same feeling he'd felt the first time he laid eyes on her.
"Oh, I'm Bill. Weasley." He said after an awkward pause. He pulled one of the hands from his pocket, offering it to her in greeting.