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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.
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.