#courfleur

HELP ME DEVELOP DRACO !!! / accepting.

so bottom line , draco is a dick. he’s disrespectful to all of his teachers —save for snape but you know— and he looks down on a good amount of them , i.e. hagrid , binns , flitwick , trelawney because they do nothing for him , and they aren’t the kind of people his family would associate themselves with. he does have a respect for mcgonagall , but he would never portray or display that in anyway. professor sprout doesn’t take no shit either , but once again , he isn’t going to give her anything he doesn’t have to. nevertheless , he is second in his class of peers behind hermione. he earns every grade he gets. snape is the only teacher that actively plays favorites and terrorizes children , and obviously draco is immune to that. like honestly imagine narcissa malfoy finding out her son is at all being mistreated by an adult in the castle like … we saw what kind of hell hagrid went through based on a lie , so … 

SOFT  SMILE  !!       it  laces  her  lips  when  she  opens  the  door  and  sees  him  out  there.        the  afternoons  have  been  long,        and  with  her  child  so  young  she’s  been  staying  out  of  work  for  now  as  care  for  the  child.         she  didn’t  love  that  job.         there’s  time  now  to  figure  out  what  she  wants  to  do  now.        still,     the  days  can  be  long  with  bill  working  and  she’s  glad  of  the  company.         “    of  course  not  !       come  in,      come  in.    ”            she’s  lucky  that  she’s  got  some  fresh  treats  from  this  morning  made  and  ready  for  anyone  who  might  drop  by.         “   would  you  like  a  drink?   ”    || @courfleur​ from x

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          ❛  and  i’ll  find  you  another  time.   ❜

“Never apologize for that. New languages are hard specially to native speakers and you are already doing more than most. Bollocks to anyone that doesn’t appreciate your effort.Apologize for needing a second to think again and I’m leaving.” Not the first time he laid eyes on her, Bill had noticed her in the tournament but with everything that had happened it wasn’t the time for proper introductions. 

Second chance as fate brought them both to Gringotts. She was...majestic. Not for her looks, while admittedly she looked divine it was the things one did not notice at first glance that made Bill want to get to know her. His sandwich left half eaten in favor of conversation with Fleur. “What were we talking about? Ah, yes, family. While yes I do enjoy adventure , peace of mind and sleeping easy at night knowing I am just a hop and a skip away from my family is far more valuable. What about you? How did your family react when you moved here?I bet they miss you terribly. ”

          ❝ i know it’s no paris, but london is pretty great, ❞ bill declared in an unprovoked attempt at some ice breaker, gesturing in the vague direction of the bank’s exit. his shoulders lifted in a somewhat cheeky shrug as he leaned against fleur’s desk with a smile fixed on his face. from what he could tell, it was already dark outside and many of gringott’s goblin employees had vacated after public closing. had bill not been entirely engrossed in trying to figure out a particularly confusing cursed lock, he probably would have been long gone. when he had looked up from his desk, eyes a little bleary with exhaustion from staring so intently at the engravings, he’d noted that many of his colleagues had left - the lamps of their desks extinguished long ago. yet fleur was still there. it sparked some level of curiosity in him, he had to admit. not many people stayed in the bank past opening hours unless they were security or they just happened to really love their job. bill was most certainly the latter.

          ❝ have you explored much of muggle london, yet? ❞ he inquired, curiosity getting the better of him as he gently brushed his fingers over the little trinkets and notes on her desk. if charlie was the adventurous, outdoorsy type who would most likely come home with an injury, then bill was the one who would drag anyone and everyone into a game of quidditch or demand they joined in some haphazard picnic as a child. he liked to think he’d been blessed with that trait by his mother. there was also no part of him, having been drilled to understand chivalry and human decency, that could let fleur work in the bank alone. ❝ i keep meaning to recommend maughan library, actually. good books. great architecture. terrible security. ❞ a soft laugh left him as he pushed off from the desk again, slowly wandering the immediate space around it while admiring how quiet the bank was without the bustle of the wizarding world depositing and withdrawing their possessions.