kFor @fogmade from here:
NO, SHE DOESN’T. At least that what her obstinacy will keep insisting while her mien is clearly one of an ill person ; her back slightly arched as her arms hug her abdomen as an attempt to hold as much WARMTH as possible , and a livid complexion is present on Fleur’s usually bright facial features. Perhaps it’s the inclement English WEATHER that’s caught the française in its snare , but it’ll require a lot for her to admit such a thing to him ( ESPECIALLY when she finally has become fond of the country ).
‘‘ I am FINE. It eez juste a cold. ’’ A somewhat ARTIFICIAL & forced cough follows , meaning to serve as evidence for the claim, but a shiver of her limbs attenuates its credibility instantly.
It took all he had not to crack a smile at his sickly feeling wife. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate his amusement. ( She was just so cute. ) Lowering his hand from her forehead he sighed. When she shivers, he is done. ❝ Alright. That’s it, ❞ he says, walking over to the couch and pulling off the throw. It was Molly-made and warm. Pulling it around her shoulders he wrapped it around her. ❝ You are staying home. In bed. Under a mountain of blankets. ❞
❝ Are you going to make me Floo mum? ❞