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Tweak says, "I love you"

dragonhideboots (dragonhideboots) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-02-01 20:34:00

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!1998: 02, !complete, bill weasley, fleur delacour

Married for six months now!
Who: Bill and Fleur Weasley
When: Monday, evening
Where: Shell Cottage
What: 6-month wedding anniversary
Rating: TBD...likely a bit of snogging
Open/Closed: Closed

Flipping closed his journal, Bill smiled to himself as he went back to the work on his desk. It'd been exactly six months since he and Fleur wed on the grounds of his family's home; a day that seemed ages ago now. Despite the attack during the reception, the day still remained in Bill's mind as an incredibly happy one, and a bright spot in the increasingly dark months that followed.

Pushing some files aside, he stretched widely and glanced towards the door. Perhaps he could managed to sneak off early....
Carefully tucking his jacket under his arm, Bill crept to his office door and peered down the hallway. Coast clear! Tugging his hat and mittens on, he slipped out a back door along the side of Gringotts and into the crisp February air.

With Valentine's Day approaching, the windows of the gift shoppes were filled with fluttering cupids and flashing hearts as he strolled with hands tucked in his coat pockets, scanning the stores until a floral display caught his eye. He selected a bouquet of yellow roses...nothing too flashy or heart-covered. Flowers in hand, he bought a bottle of wine at the mart down the way and then glanced at his watch. Nearly six. With a turn of his heel, he Apparated back to Shell Cottage and ducked inside, unraveling his scarf.

"Fleur?" he called.

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bleuet
2010-02-02 02:51 am UTC (link)

As Bill spoke and began preparing the wine, Fleur had accompanied him to the kitchen. She never let flowers sit without a vase for long, and tonight would be no different. The wine was very good indeed, Fleur decided after a sip. She set the glass down and went to work trimming the flowers and filling a vase with water. It was a quick job that allowed her to feel productive while she listened, and also gave a her a way to hide the faces she made while Bill griped about Hobnock.

That was one thing she'd never quite grown to like about Gringotts - though she loved the work, Fleur still found the goblins difficult to be any more than coolly polite towards. Though she suspected they wouldn't have cared. The roses satisfactorily arranged, she inhaled the scent briefly before turning around to face Bill, leaning against the counter.

She took up the wine again and indulged in another sip, shrugging. "You know I do not mind. I find them very difficult as well, although I do not have to deal with them as directly as you do." A pot of something was simmering on the stove top. "I only started making something to eat a while before you arrived. It may be a while yet."

	dragonhideboots 2010-02-04 04:48 am UTC (link)
	"And here I thought that dessert was a metaphor," he joked, taking the two plates to the stove and spooning out the curry. "This smells amazing!" Pouring himself another glass of wine at the table, he sat down to the meal, admiring the roses on the table. "Perfect," he declared. "Shall I have the first taste, or you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dragonhideboots 2010-02-10 11:30 pm UTC (link)
	"Me too," he said, toying with her hand in his. "I'd like to show you Egypt. I miss it there. And it's the same. I'm more at home here, but that was my home too." "If we do ever move there, you have to start teaching me more French. I'm not very good. I just know your pet names, really." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dragonhideboots 2010-02-12 09:56 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, settled," he said with a grin, hugging her close and kissing her neck. "Now, how about that tiramisu and we call it a night?" he said with a wink. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)