Bill Weasley (breaking_curses) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2009-12-30 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !entry post, bill weasley, nick charles |
Enter Bill Weasley
Who: Bill Weasley - Nick Charles
What: Entering the Hotel
Where: the Burrow and the Lobby of the Hotel
When: Today, morning
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
The wizardingworld was in turmoil, finally most of the ones there realized that He-who-must-not-be-named was back. Soon after things went wrong at the Ministry of Magic Bill had received more then one owl to tell him to come home. And of course he did go home. He loved his family and as the oldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley he knew that his place was home helping the Order. He had arranged with Gringotts that he would not travel until everything was back to normal. He was not much for working from behind a desk but some things were more important then his own job-satifaction.
He had been with his family a lot since he got home, mostly he listened to their stories trying to console them after the loss of Sirius. He had not known the man as good as others in his family but he liked him. He didn't think he had held this many crying people since... well... ever. Even those who would not later admit to crying on his shoulder.
Today he had woken up early, he needed some fresh air, some alone time to think. Of course he was not the first to be up, his mother was in the kitchen doing what ever it is mothers do in kitchens. After a little discussion about the length of his hair and the earring he always wore he went outside, but not before giving his mother a kiss on the forehead and telling her that he loved her. He could hear the giggle in her 'I love you too.'
Outside he stretched while taking a deep breath, "bloody British fog" He muttered before he started to move away from the house just a little. He was not going to go far, he needed to be close to his family, keep them safe. It was not safe for blood-traitors and that is what the Weasleys were in the eyes of the Death Eaters. He was just thinking about where those prissy pure-bloods could stick it when he heard a sound behind him when he turned he did not see his family home but a big stone building. "Bloody Hell..."
For a few moments he just stared at the door in front of him before pulling out his wand and moving closer. What kind of magic was this? He opened the door carefully, as he moved in he shook his head sending his long red hair flying. That had not helped, the place still looked like a posh hotel lobby. "What kind of magic is this?"