InsaneJournal

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.