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    “hey, bill.” fleur sat in front of her husband and looked at him straight into his eyes while she sipped on her tea. it was pretty much early in the morning and victoire is back at hogwarts - basically they have the whole house up to themselves right now.

Hugo looked up from his book with a { s m i l e }, putting his thumb in the pages of his book so that he would not lose his place. He couldn’t tell if his Uncle was angry at him for his choices, or pleased, but Hugo chose to see the light in every situation -- assuming his Uncle was pleased. “W-Well i-it has cherry fl-flavoring s-so that makes it a cherry c-cola a-and that’s b-basically a-an alcoholic s-something.” 

It was less than a few weeks ago Bill had that late night chat with the order member and to see him here of all places was a surprise. Not that people were not allowed their fun it just was far too amusing seeing ’ colleagues’ having an actual life. “So much for not having a social life mate -!” Bill had popped up from behind him and of course teased him about a previous remark. The redhead just waved off his friends that headed towards the bar in favor of Remus’ company.

“You certainly clean up nice. Before you turned and I realized who you were I was telling my friend how a great ass like that probably never has to pay for a drink in places like this. ” he exclaimed unashamed.

Remus nearly dropped the drink he was holding when he heard the other behind him, jumping a bit (and a little jumpier than usual given he had a good few drinks in him). “Ah, Bill,” he chuckled, a bit of a pink tone to his cheeks, making pale scars more apparent on his face, “Well, if you look around, I’m not exactly being social. Just wanted a drink.” A few drinks, really...

"Trust me, you'll want to taste this"

Imogen raised her eyebrows before putting her broom shears on the table. “Last time someone said that, I took LSD and thought I could taste purple and wanted trying to surf on the soundwaves of Enya.” Imogen didn’t even know it was LSD but thought it was some sort of breath strip.

She took off her gloves and leaned on the counter. “Now, what exactly am I supposed to be tasting and is it legal?” 

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Bree was sitting in the parlor of her mother's home as she listened to the lecture that she got whenever she came home alone. She crossed her ankles as she looked off into space, trying her best to tune her mother out.

"Breanna Nicole, I am being serious here. You are going to die alone if you do not find someone soon. Do you want to be alone forever? Do you never want to have the security that another person can bring you?"

"Mother, I have actually found that security with someone. I have just never brought him home because we aren't ready for that yet." What the Hell was she doing? She shouldn't have done that. Now she was going to have to find someone last minute.

A couple hours after her mother and stepfather had gone to bed, she stayed uo pacing around the study to try and figure out who to call. She finally decided to call Bill, hoping that he was still up and possibly willing.

It was exhausting work, and she had no idea how long they had been down there. There continued to be more writing that she needed to interpret, and most of the time she got it right but there were a few times where something almost got them. Luckily Bill was able to stop those.

It was not until she finished translating again that she noticed the hair in front of Bill’s eyes. Without much thought she moved it.