Who: Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, and Portia When: Evening of August 22nd Where: Bill & Fleur's place What: Introductions Warnings/Rating: Likely none/PG at most
Why did things always have to be more complicated than expected? In theory it had not been that hard of a plan. A plan that included going to lessons/rehearsals, come home, cleaning up, and making dinner all before her friend arrived at seven o'clock. The plan had been derailed right from the get go when Fleur's dance instructor had insisted in extending practice an extra hour and it had snowballed from there. There had been traffic, the store had been busy and there had been a puppy to chase around the house when he had decided her ballet shoes were good chew toys.
Yet somehow, through sheer determination, Fleur had managed to get everything back on the original schedule. Dinner was in the oven, dessert had been made, and the table set. To be fair she had had Bill to help and none of it would have gotten done without him. He was a lifesaver.
"Bill?" Fleur called to him lightly as walked back into the living area of the apartment. "Could you?" She motioned for him to finish zipping up her dress as she couldn't quite reach it. Why struggle to zip it all the way when she could have him do it for her? "Merci," Fleur told him as she placed a kiss to Bill's lips, settling in close to him. It had been the first chance she had gotten to properly greet him since coming home.
The puppy let her know Portia was there long before she knocked. The tiny fluff ball was at the door, barking, when she knocked. It took Fleur only a minute to move to the door and usher her friend in, making the necessary introductions as she did so.