Who: Bill Weasley and Hestia Jones What: A talk about relationships. Where: Hestia’s home When: Wednesday Night
The days leading up to the moon where always the busiest in his office, especially with the large influx of new wolves who would turn for the first time in a week. There was a lot of paperwork to fill out, to both ensure that what had happened last month would not happen again, and also to make sure that the new wolves had a safe place to turn and a supply of wolvesbane potion.
It was why, at the end of his busy day, he was happy to pick up Victoire and head over to the dinner that Hestia had invited them to. It was just another thing that he was thankful to Hestia for. Victoire was more than happy when they got to Hestia and Mercy’s home (which had been becoming a second home to Bill and Victoire, if truth be told). The evening was spent, the four of them together, eating and playing silly games with the girls. It was nice, and relaxing. Truth be told, Bill always functioned better as part of a unit--- a family like the one he’d grown up in, or a work force that became like a family to him, it didn’t seem to matter-- as long as Bill wasn’t alone. When he was alone, it was easier to give into his thoughts or his moodiness. Lately, he’d been happier than he’d been in a long time, and though he knew the reason, he couldn’t quite bring it to words.
Getting the girls to sleep, Mercy in hers and Victoire in the spare room, was easier than Bill had anticipated. A few pages into the book that Bill was reading to his daughter, and she was out. He stifled a yawn and stretched, making his way down the hall to the room he’d been sharing on occasion with Hestia. He sprawled out on the bed for a moment, and with a grin, pulled Hestia into his arms, and placing a quick gentle kiss on her forehead.