WHO: Bill and Fleur WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: Bill's home in Godric's Hollow WHAT: A Rescheduled Date RATING: Highish for smooches STATUS: Closed, Ongoing
When Bill had canceled their date in on account of a missing sister, Fleur had absolutely understood. There was no question what his priority should have been. When she had returned, shaken but intact, Fleur had encouraged him to spend some time with the family. Their evening could wait another day. And so Thursday arrived and there was nothing else to keep them from spending several hours together.
When work was done and dinner prepared, Fleur had carefully packed up roast chicken and taken it next door. When that was eaten, the pair retreated to the sofa. True, Fleur liked dressing up and going out, showing the world what she had and that it belonged to one man only, and weren't they just the luckiest pair? But staying home, where they could talk and act less decently, was attractive in its own way.
So, seated now on the couch with her legs draped over Bill's lap and her head propped on her fist, elbow on the back cushion, she stared into Bill's scarred face. The old-seeming injuries did not bother her, they reminded her of another time and place where he had been a hero. Perhaps here, he had not fought a werewolf, but she believed he could, and that was almost the same thing.
She really did adore this man, even without the ghosts of transplanted memories.