Lucian Bole (_bole_) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-05-17 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 may, fleur weasley, lucian bole |
Who: Bole and Fleur [!grab-me]
What: Dropping in for tea
Where: Hogsmeade Village
When: Tuesday evening - around closing time
Rating: High and violent.
He had a cord now, and he'd been in the village for days. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment. He had been so patient. So patient. But Fleur was so rarely alone in the little tea shop where she baked. He didn't want to go to her home, though he had followed her one night to see where it was.
He didn't want to bump into Bill. No they needed some private time together, he and Fleur. He wanted to see her act as bravely without a Weasley to back her up. He wondered if Bill would love her if her face was as gruesome as his own.
The mist had lifted, and people seemed more confident. Madame Puddifoot had decided to leave early and leave Fleur in charge of closing up, which was perfect for Bole, because no one went for tea and cakes in the evening. Not usually.
He pulled his hood down over his face and made his way to the front door. The little bell jingled merrily as he made his way inside; a stranger wrapped in a dark, tattered cloak. He turned and closed the door gently, obscuring the fact that he had charmed it locked the second it clicked shut.