“Do you come here often?” (probably teasing him honestly)
He wouldn’t have mistaken that voice for anyone else. A smile spread across his face as he turned to face her, attempting to look at least a little suave and polished - although the more or less permanent scruff didn’t really help there - and replied, “Just when I think I might run into someone special.”
bookishgryffindor1x1:
“Funny how rarely sense and self-preservation seem to go together,” William said wryly. “I mean, people say I have sense… and look how much of a self-preservation instinct I have.” That said, he was trying to be more careful these days, though, despite his tendency to take on more than he could safely handle.
“I can’t say I know Dora all that well, but she seemed like a smart kid,” he went on, when she was mentioned. “You’re right about James, though - he and the others are going to devote themselves to teaching his kid to be the terror of the Hogwarts staff. I’d bet McGonagall will consider resigning if she has to face another Potter, especially one Sirius helped raise.”
There was quiet for a moment, and he revelled in her closeness. Emmeline was always someone he could talk to, and William needed that more than ever now.
Her little fit of giggles and the list of traits his kids would definitely inherit just made him laugh, though. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same kids?” he teased. “I mean, I can see your point about the hair, but really - brave, wise and beautiful?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I mean, if they were our kids… I can see them getting all those good points from their mother,” he added softly.
bookishgryffindor1x1:
“Funny how rarely sense and self-preservation seem to go together,” William said wryly. “I mean, people say I have sense… and look how much of a self-preservation instinct I have.” That said, he was trying to be more careful these days, though, despite his tendency to take on more than he could safely handle.
“I can’t say I know Dora all that well, but she seemed like a smart kid,” he went on, when she was mentioned. “You’re right about James, though - he and the others are going to devote themselves to teaching his kid to be the terror of the Hogwarts staff. I’d bet McGonagall will consider resigning if she has to face another Potter, especially one Sirius helped raise.”
There was quiet for a moment, and he revelled in her closeness. Emmeline was always someone he could talk to, and William needed that more than ever now.
Her little fit of giggles and the list of traits his kids would definitely inherit just made him laugh, though. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same kids?” he teased. “I mean, I can see your point about the hair, but really - brave, wise and beautiful?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I mean, if they were our kids… I can see them getting all those good points from their mother,” he added softly.
Emmeline couldn’t help but laugh – he did have a point. Mundungus was just one of the many examples; he wasn’t stupid, per say, and he certainly knew how to worm his way out of any difficult situation, but he had no sense, really. “I think it’s kind of hard to have any real sense of self-preservation when we’re fighting what we are fighting, William.” Her voice sobered slightly, although her touch was still soft, and she hoped he could tell she appreciated that he was trying to be more careful – that was all she could ask for, all she could pray for.
“She is. She’s a little devil, sometimes, apparently, too. I think Moody’s going to have his hands full if he’s still around when she becomes an Auror,” she spoke as a strand of hair fell over her eyes, ignoring it as she smiled. “I think that may just send McGonagall into an early grave, you know. Or an early retirement…” Her lips stayed twitched up into a smile, as she spoke. “But, then again, she’s always had a fondness for James and Sirius, even if she won’t admit it with words.”
Her fingertips skated over his skin, leaning into his embrace as if it was one of the only things keeping her alive. Emmeline couldn’t help the way her exhaustion seemed to melt away whenever William was near.
Her grin still remained, that look on her face deepening as he speaks, feeling his heart beating beneath the palm of her hand, her head tilted. “Definitely.” She half-swayed in his arms, laughing as her head tilts back. “They will be brilliant, and all of those things and more,” Her voice almost catches at the implications, but she smiles as he kisses her cheek. “They can’t just be all me, you know,” Her voice is coated in amusement as she teases him, smile so wide her cheeks ache at the mere thought of children, the prospect of having them. “They’ll be as much you as they are me."
