Bill had his wife on his arm again and things made more sense. He still had a gap in his memory, a giant blank spot of nothingness where Bill knew memories and images should be. Still, it was Christmas and he was with Fleur in a gorgeous ballroom. She was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous woman in the room and Bill always felt a boost to his ego when she was with him. It almost canceled out his worry about being scarred and ugly.
"Would you like to dance," he whispered against her ear. Godric, she smelled good. He'd missed that smell. Funny, Bill didn't know how he could miss something he was use to having all the time, but he distinctly felt like he'd missed it.