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Fleur Weasley (silkandsteel) wrote in lockewood,
@ 2011-02-08 23:52:00

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bill weasley, fleur weasley

Who: Bill and Fleur Weasley
What: Fleur can’t ignore that he daughters name has been all over the journals.
Where: The hospital center
When: backdated to last night.

Fleur was slowly starting to believe this place wasn’t a dream as much as a nightmare. She hadn’t believed that Barty Crouch was actually here, not really, despite the fact that her housing paper had said otherwise. Now, she had to believe the man she was required to live with was actually insane having seen what she had seen. She hadn’t been so terrified since the war ended.

When she had finally calmed herself down, and bothered looking through the ridiculous diary that Skeeter had given her, she couldn’t help but notice the reports of an injured Victoire. She had tried to brush it off, to tell herself that her baby was safe at home where she belonged. Still, not long after, she became filled with worry Victoire was not a common name.

She was at the small hospital within moments. She hadn’t known exactly where it was, so it had taken some moments of looking despite the fact she wasn’t dressed for searching in the snow. She let herself through the door, and slipped through the building. It was tiny, so it wasn’t hard to find the room containing the girl named Victoire, who was more of a woman than Fleur had expected. She stared at the girl for a long second, he blond hair and her eyes. She looked so much like their baby girl.

And that is when she saw him, the read hair and the scars that looked even more aggitated than she remembered. As if they had been reopened. As if they were fresh. She took a few light steps closer to the door way, there was no mistaking Bill but, he was younger, he was different. Her eyebrows knitted together.

“William...?” Her voice was light as it trailed into the question, staring at her beloved, this younger version of him.

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brokencurse
2011-02-26 05:24 am UTC (link)

Bill moved instantly into her embrace, pressing his face in against the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. He shut his eyes and tried to just breathe the scent of her in. It was so familiar that it was almost painful. He didn't want to admit it, but some part of him was scared to let her in again. He was scared that this was just some kind of cruel trick on the behalf of Skeeter. He needed his wife now. Did that mean that Skeeter would just take some of sick pleasure out of taking her way again?

"I should have been there," Bill murmured. "I should have been able to do something."

He hadn't even been the first one to make it to the shop after Black had said that Victoire was hurt in the journals. It had been Teddy. He knew that he should have been reassured that Teddy was the one that Victoire was choosing to entrust her life to, but it was Bill who had been designated to protect her forever. He was her father.

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silkandsteel
2011-03-02 06:41 am UTC (link)

“Oh, Bill.” Fleur sighed and wrapped her arms even tighter around her husband. There was something so deeply reassuring about the embrace of her husband, even if she had seen him just hours before. She had been terrified since arriving in this strange village and now, to see him, to have his arms around her and hers around him, it felt safe.

“Bill, you couldn’t have known something was going to happen to her.” She leaned against him. It just made sense, she knew that Bill would want to protect everyone if he could, there was no way he wouldn’t have helped their daughter if she could. “You can’t go with her every where, she’s an adult.”

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brokencurse
2011-03-04 05:23 am UTC (link)

"I know," Bill said quietly. He didn't disagree with anything Fleur was saying. He knew that she was right. He knew that he could hardly rule over Victoire's life. But it still felt, no matter how he framed the situation, that he should have been able to do something. He should have been able to prevent this in some way. Maybe he should have called Victoire's friendship with Regulus into question. But then, there had been nothing to indicate that he was a problem. It was Greyback and Crouch who showed too much interest in his daughters.

"How're you?" Bill asked, looking back up at her. He ran his hand over the side of her face, knowing that it wasn't an easy thing, trying to adjust to Lockewood. He knew that the situation had to be even more difficult because of everything that had happened with Victoire. It wasn't fair of him to put so much burden on her.

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silkandsteel
2011-03-04 05:55 pm UTC (link)

There were a million things that she could tell Bill. She could tell him about how she had been wandering around cold in the snow for hours. She could tell him about how when she did found her house, she discovered two men, one unconscious, one not, in a horrid position, with her unable to really do anything. Fleur’s face fell, the more she thought about this disastrous place, the more she focused on the things she had seen only in the last few hours. She let out a soft sigh, her eyes flickering back over to the woman in the bed.

“Much better now that you are here.” Fleur said, pressing herself wholly into his arms, basking in the warmth and safety she had always felt with his arms around him. “I’m so glad you are here. I’m not sure... how I’d handle this all without you.” She said, laying her head against his chest.

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brokencurse
2011-03-05 07:01 am UTC (link)

"We'll be okay," Bill promised, pressing a soft kiss against the top of her head. It was hardly something that he would have said an hour ago - or even fifteen minutes ago. But, if he was being honest with himself, it wasn't as if their relationship had come out of an easy time. They had only really met because of the war, and Bill had felt the pressure of each need; he had proposed to her because he loved her more than anything and had been terrified at the prospect of losing her.

"Where are you living?" Bill asked, trying to make the conversation take a turn toward the more normal - or, at least, what was considered normal in Lockewood. "What job do you have?" he asked a bit wryly. He wondered just what she would think of his job: make-up artist. It was an utter joke and one that he certainly wouldn't have been able to manage at all if it hadn't been for her.

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