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hexes_n_hearts (hexes_n_hearts) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-11-30 06:43:00

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beverly marsh, bill weasley

Who: Bill Weasley and Beverly Marsh
What: Meeting that Bev
Where: The Garden
When: November 29th

There was usually a distinct lack of beautiful redheads unless he was looking in the mirror, so when Bill saw one walking toward him he had a reasonable idea of who it was even without an introduction. Richie and his friends, who'd all been arriving one after the other had all been through something that Bill was happy not to know the details about. They'd showed up covered in blood, shaking and ruined and Bill knew when to stay out of the way. But he also knew when to offer a smile and a wave as Beverly got closer. They reached each other just outside the garden and Bill leaned against the gate, his arms crossing comfortably across his chest.

"Look at you, shoes and everything, huh love?" He said with a smile. "I'm Bill," he added because there was a lot of new people and it could be a bit much all at once. "And this is where I work some of my more impressive magic." The garden was thriving, even if the rest of the town was covered in snow, the garden remained green and luscious and free of the white blanket that was on everything else.

"Come on, I'll show you my tomatoes, they're fantastic," he said as he opened the gate to usher her inside."

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mollyringwald
2019-11-30 03:26 am UTC (link)

Beverly couldn't help the double take as she slipped out of her coat - did that rake just do a thing like it was from the Sorcerer's Apprentice? She blinked, owlishly, and just decided to go with it. That was easier than assuming she'd lost her mind - which may also be a thing, who knew.

"By season? That's amazing," she said, taking Bill's arm when he gallantly offered. "How do you even grow all this anyway? It must have taken so much time."

Maybe that was where the magic came in - which, yeah, she'd be doing rapid-fire questions if that was the case. Her hometown was magic but in a bad way - in a nightmare fuel kind of way. Nothing so wholesome as growing fruits and vegetables.

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-12-01 02:22 am UTC (link)

"I give the plants a little help, keep the babies warm so they can thrive, weed things myself. It keeps me busy," Bill said with a shrug. "I've been here a little while, longer than some anyway."

They made it around in a small lap to where up the back was the gate that separated the much smaller patch from the main garden. "The things in here are best not touched unless you know what you're doing," Bill said as he leaned against the fence. "Some of them might bite back." A bite from a Mandrake would hurt something rotten.

Bill tugged his wand out of where it had been tucked into his belt at the middle of his back, twirling it in his fingers for a moment. "Cup of tea or coffee, love?" He offered.

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mollyringwald
2019-12-01 03:20 am UTC (link)

"I definitely won't touch anything," Beverly promised - or, well, she wasn't about to touch something that could bite back or chomp a hand off. On the way, she'd found one of those baskets Bill was talking about though, and her fingers curled around the handle with anticipation. "I just - I want to make sure the idiot men I live with have some fresh things in the house."

She doubted any of them would remember to stock up on fruits and vegetables. Maybe Eddie, since he seemed to care about health and wellness at least a little. It probably wasn't on Stan's radar. Richie would live off of pizza rolls and pop tarts if he could get away with it (and he likely did, for the first forty years of his life).

The question about coffee or tea had her snapping back to reality for a second. "Coffee?" she replied, since tea wasn't her thing unless she was in England (she was never in England). "If it's not too much trouble."

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-12-04 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Bill liked the way she talked fondly of her friends, like they were idiots but her idiots. There was a bond there, like he'd seen develop in the first war. When you'd seen something that couldn't be unseen and those who stood with you were the only ones who'd truly understand. He'd been a child, but he'd seen the adults and he saw it in them. "Well you're in the right place."

Honestly Bill felt a little envious that there was no one here for him like Beverly. Although he could look after himself and preferred to, it was nice to have someone thinking of you.

Americans did love their coffee and Bill didn't mind a cup now and then, although he usually leaned toward tea. An accio here and there brought what he needed including the tray which floated steady in front of him as he poked at the coffee pot to get it to boil and then lifted it with his hand to pour. "Black or white? Sugar?" He offered with a smile as he tucked his wand away again at his back.

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mollyringwald
2019-12-04 11:57 pm UTC (link)

That was - okay, what even was that? Magic, obviously - though it reminded her of Mary Poppins, when the messy room floated itself clean again, toys and other things going to their proper places. "That's a handy skill," Beverly spoke about whatever accio was. Latin, maybe? "Black coffee's fine." She liked it when it was all acrid bitterness, thick and sludgy as road tar. The caffeine boost would be much appreciated too, since she hadn't slept much the night before - although, yes, she caught up a little bit when she passed out on Stan early in the morning. That was actually very cozy.

The basket was pushed up a bit further over her arm, so she had her hands free to take the coffee cup when it was ready. It smelled good - the scent of roasted beans wafted under nose, doing its job to invigorate weary senses. "So, tell me more about you?" she hedged, curious about Bill and where he came from.

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-12-09 01:30 am UTC (link)

Bill poured them both a cup of coffee, adding milk to his own and a little sugar because why not. It was a handy skill, one of a few, he'd watched the muggles there and they made do rather astoundingly without magic but Bill knew what side of the wand he'd prefer to be on. "One of many," he promised cheerfully.

Most of the time Bill got by not talking about himself, choosing the company of men did tend to ensure they wouldn't ask too many questions or delve too deeply. But women, well they were clever and usually cared to know as much as possible. "Bill is short for William, oldest of seven, grew up in Devon and before here I was working and living in Egypt," he said lifting the mug to take a sip. The tray and coffee pot had drifted over to find itself somewhere to rest and Bill continued the tour past the magical garden and around to the other side.

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mollyringwald
2019-12-09 05:53 pm UTC (link)

"Oldest of seven? That must have made for an interesting upbringing - you probably babysat a lot?" Beverly guessed, sipping on her coffee, aka, turbo fuel to give her a little pep to her step. She followed Bill, curious about everything, the mug held between her hands. It was so warm and lush in here, like any greenhouse - much better than being outside in the cold.

She hadn't traveled much, which was something she'd hoped to fix once she escaped Derry for the second time - of course, she didn't even get a chance to leave the town before turning around and ending up here, so. Maybe the doors would count, if she went through and got to hop in between wormholes or however it worked.

"What was your favorite part about Egypt?" It sounded like someplace to add to her bucket list.

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