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Tweak says, "DOWN TUU IN A LULEELURAH"

dragonhideboots (dragonhideboots) wrote in quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-09 22:23:00

Dinner and dancing around awkward subjects
WHO: Bill and Fleur Weasley
WHERE: Fleur's office, then potentially Shell Cottage
WHEN: Wednesday evening, 7:30pm
WHAT: A dinner on the go, and some talk of relationship and futures
RATING: Likely a PG-13 for potential language and possible snogging
COMPLETION: Finished

A chicken tikka masala, a saag panier, a lamb vindaloo, and a hearty portion of naan were safely packaged in foam boxes and tucked under Bill Weasley's arm along with a bottle of wine as he stepped into the floo, emerging at the offices for the Winbourne Wasps Quidditch Team. The Indian takeaway was a necessary evil so long as Bill was in charge of dinner. Despite growing up as the eldest of seven, his mother ruled the kitchen and Bill never properly learned cooking spells. He could change a nappy, mop a floor, and de-gnome a garden with his eyes closed, but when it came to a simple boiling spell, he could barely get the water to turn tepid.

Oh well. Curry was one of his favorites, so he never complained when it was his turn to pick food. With a nod at the security desk wizard, Bill ducked down a side hall and arrived at the office marked "TEAM MEDICAL STAFF". Pushing the door open with his hip, he strode through the exam room and to the office at the rear marked "FLEUR WEASLEY- STAFF MEDIWITCH". He tapped on the door with his elbow.

"Delivery for Misses Fleur Weasley. One redheaded husband, a bottle of wine, and an order of curry!" he called through the door.

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dragonhideboots
2009-09-10 03:27 am UTC (link)

Bill poured two mugs of wine (just like his bachelor days in Egypt!) and groaned.

"Work is work," he said. "Branog was on my back about a particular estate file all morning. Goblins are awful writers, but he was going on and on about my proposal for the division of goods and how it didn't make sense. Perhaps because he can't read English as well as gobbledygook!"

Bill usually didn't mind his goblin co-workers, but sometimes the cultural differences were too much to take. Goblins just had different ethics and styles. Working with them added another layer of stress to the job.

And he liked Gringotts for the most part. It still challenged him. He still occasionally got the chance to break curses and work out spells. But it wasn't Egypt and now with the war long past and the Order disbanded, he found life less exciting. And married life wasn't as blissful as it had been when it was new and they lived with the risk of losing each other. But they hadn't. They'd lost Fred, and Remus and Tonks, and Moody, Snape and Dumbledore, but not each other. Funny, now that the war was over, he felt more at risk of losing Fleur than ever before.

"It'll be nice to get the season started," he said, laying out the foam containers of food and spooning servings onto paper plates. "If the schedules don't conflict, we should go together to see Ron and Ginny play. Maybe we can catch a game where they play each other."