Fleur Weasley (![]() ![]() @ 2015-03-28 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: bill weasley, char: fleur weasley |
You always give me somewhere, somewhere I can run,
Who: Fleur and Bill
What: Date niiiiiight
When: Friday 27th (backdated because Jen is a goob)
Where: Shell Cottage
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Warnings: schmoopy Weasleys.
2015 had been a rather uncertain year for all of the Weasleys. Between the explosions, proposals, breakups, the reappearance of Lestrange...well, they'd barely had a moment to breathe, it felt like. Certainly there had been times to relax and celebrate; her weekend in Paris with her daughters had been wonderful. But Fleur felt like her relationship with Bill was suffering. Not that she doubted his love for her, or hers for him return. But they'd barely had an evening to themselves since the New Year. Fleur was determined to change that; she wouldn't lose the one person she relied on most, just because there were others who needed both of them.
Though there had been work clamouring for her attention Fleur had determinedly left the office at 4:30pm on Friday afternoon, leaving her paperwork on the desk behind her. For tonight, at least, she was her husband's, and her husband's alone. She had dressed simply enough, a coat hanging up by the door on the offchance that they wandered along the beach after dinner. Dinner itself was simple; a cassoulet, and then raspberries and meringue and cream. She wasn't anywhere near as talented as Louis in the kitchen, but she knew the way to Bill's heart by now.
Pouring a glass of wine, she checked the cassoulet for the fifteenth time, glancing at the clock on the wall that was a mirror of Molly Weasley's. 'Travelling', it said. And even now, after so many years of marriage...Fleur's stomach fluttered pleasantly with anticipation.