#billtheweasley

When Fleur Delacour put her mind to something, she always achieved it, no matter how small the task. When she was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, she’d been terrified, but she persevered because she knew that most were expecting her to fail. When she graduated and took the desk job at the Ministry, she knew that it would be a struggle but she did it because she had dreams of being a lawyer. She wanted to improve her English, but she underestimated just how difficult the English language could be. Most of her co-workers either stared or rolled their eyes when they thought she wasn’t looking. The last thing she expected was a saviour in Bill Weasley, but he offered dinner, a conversation, and Fleur couldn’t refuse. 

They were a couple of lessons (and dinners) in now and Fleur felt like every time she took one step forward with her grammar, she took two steps backwards. It didn’t help that her mentor was strikingly handsome and patient and kind. Takeout boxes strewn across the coffee table, Fleur huffed, her patience wearing thin at the English language. “Putain de merde,” she swore under her breath as she threw up her hands in defeat, “Zis lanuage is impossible! Why does eet all ‘ave to sound zee same?” At this rate, she’d never become a lawyer. Maybe she should get comfy in her desk job. Fleur groaned at the thought and covered her face with her hands. 

There was no denying that there was a war looming on the surface. It might not be completely obvious, but the subtle signs were there. Fleur could tell that the Order was nervous considering that it seemed that the Redeemers had the upper-hand. Things at the Ministry were tense considering the recent break-in. The Weasley family was another story. A mess with the latest news of Charlie’s new girlfriend and the fact that he was now expecting twins. She could only imagine what the next family dinner would behold. The world was falling apart slowly and all she could think about was whether or not Victoire needed another sibling. The little flash of jealousy that she’d felt at the news. 

After putting Victoire down for the night, Fleur traipsed into the bedroom and climbed into bed with her husband. The blonde was quiet, clear that her mind was elsewhere. She knew what she wanted to say, she was just unsure how to bring it up. Unsure if it was the right time. Finally, she led with, “Twins can you believe it?”