#tempusstarter

So when he saw someone with innocence in their step and eyes glancing around the crowd desperately, Bill knew that they had stumbled into the wrong street and gotten turned around, quite possibly confused by all the shops with mirrored windows and blackened doors of Knockturn. He could either mind his own business, or step in and offer a bit of help -- and was that even a choice, really?

“   I’m thinking that you might’ve gone astray.         Diagon Alley’s a good ten minutes away.                            Need me to walk you back?  ” 

She had never meant to look like a rainbow. And it wasn’t that she was wearing a lot of colour, because Fleur Delacour had more style than simply relying on dazzling those around her with neon, thank you very much. It was that in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by the damp, dark lights of the old house, she stood out. Pretty little Fleur was all light cracks and watching the shadows flee from her skin as she made the endless walks from sink to cabinet again and again. Molly would never let her help with the real cleaning jobs at the house, making snide jokes about nails that she might break under her breath. There was a part of her, catty and vile, that wished she could reply how a little housework wouldn’t break them, but that the scratches Fleur had been leaving down her son’s back would certainly go a long way to doing so. As it was, she’d scribbled the remark on the top of her leg, just under her hemline, so that she might remember and recall the story perfectly when she saw Tonks later that night. As it was, she was wasting her lunch hour cleaning the good china and deciding that it may be prudent of her to order in the coffee that her own mother liked so much, at least might give everyone the life they needed to survive the next week. Though Bill swore he saw no flaws, she’d begun to see dark eyes staring back at her in the mirror. So lost was she in the menial task, and her own aimless wonderment, that she didn’t notice the person come in behind her - which was made especially embarrassing by her own singing. 

       “—Dtourner des rivires, porter des poids,             traverser des mers, je saurais faire.”

“Look, if you don’t like the way things are done around here, then I suggest you go elsewhere” 

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"What I miss the most about Hogwarts?" The food obviously! Oh and the music  room was out of this world -- everything            was state of the art."