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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : muggle london, specifically an autoshop !

his hands are filthy. the rag that he's using to wipe them isn't THAT much better, either, but it's more of a way to keep his hands moving than it is an attempt to rid himself of all the grease and grime. he really looks the part he plays at as he approaches the waiting room comprised of two chairs and an empty water dispenser, from the overalls he wears to the scowl he has set in place - but he's got a long way to go before he gets to appropriate customer service voice. "who's next ?" the greeting ( if it could be called that ) did leave something to be desired, but he's barely given their singular customer a chance to respond before he's tacking on at the end, still with the voice more closely aligned with a grunt, "what's your problem ?"

veriidicals

bill was the sort of man you would expect to see in a mechanics shop, carrying with him a sort of rugged look and blue-collar charm that he could never quite shake. there’s an easy grace to him, even while slumped in the tiny waiting room chairs with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. he points, with the hand still tucked in his pocket, at the beat-up ford cortina sitting in the drive. ❝ less a problem, more of a PROJECT iʻm looking for some help with. a late father’s day gift, so to speak. ❞ he explains when prompted, lazily getting up to meander his way over and leans against the rusted hood. ❝ heard that you might be able to provide the sort of…specialized help that this poor girl is needing. ❞ more than just a helpless case, the car in and of itself was likely to be inoperable without a little bit of magical assistance. so many years removed from the original family car, the rules around enchanting muggle objects have grown more lax of late, what with the ever-growing popularity of things like phones and electricity. as such, bill had no issue seeking out help, even if it was to the ministerʻs son. the smile is an attempt to convey his hopefulness about the lost cause in and of itself, but it dims slightly when he goes to pat the hood and the rusted paneling begins to crumble beneath his palm. ❝ …probably a lot of help, that is. ❞

#i am fixing up an old car and i was gonna use that one but it is soooo intensely american muscle car looking #gave up and decided to pick the first thing that came up when u google “classic british car”#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. nikolai karkaroff.

dearlumos

“ are you always this charming, or is it just the fumes coming off that brooch? ” the words are light, playful — but nisrine doesn’t take a step closer to the earrings. instead, she tilts her head slightly, eyeing the cursed jewelry in his gloved hand with clear amusement. her gaze lingers on him a moment longer. there’s a flicker of something behind her smile — curiosity, maybe, or calculation — but it never quite settles into something readable. “ i’ve seen less dramatic things in knockturn. what kind of curse scorches dragonhide like that? ” she pauses, then adds, dryly, “ let me guess — old, illegal, and absolutely not worth the inheritance tax. ” she finally takes a lazy step toward a nearby shelf, fingers brushing along the edge of a cracked display case. there’s no fear in her body language — just ease, comfort, and a subtle alertness that doesn’t announce itself. then comes a smile, slow and a little sly. “ still. you’ve got decent instincts. i’ll give you that. ” her eyes flick to the earrings, but she doesn’t touch them. “ i don’t usually let strange men pick out my accessories, ” she says with a lift of her brow. “ but i am curious what else you’ve tested. ”

veriidicals

❝ oh, donʻt be willfully obtuse, ❞ bill scoffs, tucking his silk bag of cursed goods close to his chest in mock offense, the sort of snooty, clutching-his-pearls sort of motion that he and his siblings only ever mocked from a distance. or, more accurately, were often the CAUSE of. ❝ itʻs obviously the fumes. ❞ his stance doesn’t change under the scrutiny, even if his body itches to settle into a more ready position, itching to turn himself towards the nearest exit. he never did learn how to handle attention, did he ? ❝ the ministry can pass as many laws or hike up the tax rate as much as they want. rich , old wix are always going to skirt around them . that’s how they stay old and rich, ❞ this was imparted on him by his father, who only got lucius malfoy in the end because after that hogwarts year, they were more than aware that he was not harboring mere family heirlooms. ❝ not taking jewelry from strangers is a good habit, generally. not from ME, of course, ❞ he corrects, a mite too hastily to be taken seriously, ❝ we’re acquainted now, aren’t we ? and you definitely should take a friend’s advice when they say that this— ❞ with that, he reaches up onto the shelf she lingers near and pulls down a simple necklace, unobtrusive except for the drop pearl hanging from a thin gold chain. ❝ —should go home with you. it’s curse-free now, that. weasley guarantee. ❞

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. nisrine chen

rebuildeds

there is no earthly reason for tempest to be here : they don't require anything in particular from the shop, nor do they massively trust the quality of the things that are for sell. their main motivation for even being here is to be around other people, and it hasn't been working out too well. the shop staff are keeping to themselves, not asking if there's anything they can help with and the other customers are few and far between. she's zoned out & about to give up when bill reaches over her, blinking hard when the dragonhide gloves appear as if out of nowhere. “ does it just burn? ” tempest's nose wrinkles, one hand moving as if to reach out and touch the brooch in his gloves. it hovers in the space above, instead, a smile sliding into place after a moment, as if it's an afterthought. when the brooch disappears into the bag, a split-second of pouting follows it, before they're grinning again. “ don't use that one, in future. ” they tap a finger against his chin to demonstrate they mean the grin, trying to disguise the way they're keeping track in their peripherals of where the bag goes. not for any particularly nefarious purposes, mostly because they're desperate to touch it and see what happens – perpetually the child in front of the fire who doesn't learn that fingers can't get involved. “ it implies you poisoned everything in this humble abode. ”

veriidicals

❝ corrosive. sticking charm too, maybe. this hungry little beauty would just latch on and keep eating and eating and eating away if i didn’t come prepared, ❞ he explains, tilting his hand to show off the ribbons of smoke curling up from the points of contact on his fingers. dragonhide gloves were NOT cheap, but gringotts only ever used the very best, and gloves made of magic-resistant leather was a must for their hired con. sticky fingers were his specialty and keeping them protected was his priority—near as much of a priority as protecting tempestʻs too-curious fingers. he matches the quicksilver flashes of pout then smirk, a mirrorball in human form and ever prepared to read the room to see how any given interaction might shake out for him. in this case, he keeps the smile fixed and ready for all criticisms. ❝ what, this smile ? ❞ he asks, lips pulling over teeth that were the slightest bit crooked. there were spells to fix that, but bill found that most people did not trust a smile that was too straight or too white. besides, the unevenness often drew attention away from the fact that his canines were a touch too long for comfort. ❝ only the particularly distrustful patrons would read anything in this smile. besides, ❞ and here the smile turns near caustic, all mischief in a manner that is seen most often on the faces of his younger brothers. then again, he had worn it first. ❝ i have to do something to stay in business, don’t i ? ❞

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. tempest clearwater

❝ some would say i was literally put on this earth to babysit you, dipshit, ❞ he says, his hand coming up from behind ronʻs head to ruffle heavily at his hair, the sort of affectionate roughhousing that has always been commonplace for them. ❝ itʻs the whole reason people have eldest children. so they donʻt have to pay for babysitters. that and like…not having to buy a dishwasher. ❞ and bill has never shied away from the sort of burden that places on one's shoulders. he might have tried to outrun it for a while, but he never lost sight of the shape of it. it felt like the divot on his back remained even when he was gone, the perfect spot to settle that weight into again the moment he came back to stay. as far as he’s aware, those cycles donʻt end with him. itʻs alright though. so far, there hasn’t been any dire complaints about his charges. not yet, at least. ❝ so, where are WE going ? ❞

【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @lionsroarrs ) 】

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. ron weasley #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ starter.#i dont know where theyre going nor do i imagine theyre going by car #but the car gif is silly funny

rebiirths

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : you shouldn't insult people that're bigger than you. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : @veriidicals ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the burrow !

"c'mon, don't tell me a few inches gets to decide that," he near pouts, taking a break from the household task that molly has assigned him ( declogging the vacuum... it was harder than he'd thought it would be to do without magic, but he'd committed ) just to make that face in bill's general direction. back at hogwarts - around such times as the yule ball - that height difference had been a bit of a sore subject, but those things don't tend to matter so much, anymore. he spends a lot of time at the peripheral of malfoy's life, these days. maybe it would've been considered the other way around if he hadn't spent so long dead, but he usually manages to be fairly good natured. it's only moments like these where the schoolyard bite comes out. "i'm just saying he doesn't know his way around chores the way we do-" in far, far more colorful language. good job molly was nowhere to be seen. "she could've picked better."

veriidicals

❝ a few inches often decides things, ❞ he retorts with a shit-eating grin, tongue tucked between his teeth and replete with the sort of antagonistic energy that are inherent to elder siblings. the smudged rag thrown over his shoulder swings with the motion of his leaning against the doorsill, blocking the view into the kitchen where the remnants of a dish-washing tutorial still sits in the sink. it’s almost like he’s preventing harry from getting any more gas in that tank by witnessing the aftermath, if not for the thumb he points back at mess, secure in the way that both his mom and the subjects of this particular tirade have wandered off.. ❝ his nails are nice, did you see ? bet you a galleon he’s never gotten a callous in his LIFE, ❞ and it feels nice. he missed all of the youthful squabbles the first time around while the kiddies were in school. it’s nice to be included in this little united front against a family member’s partner and engage in the age-old tradition of talking shit with and at your sibling. like this, he could almost understand what his mum and ginny was going on about those first few months before his wedding. ❝ ah, come on, would you’d've rather had dean round again ? he seemed nice enough when he was crashing at mine. or maybe that ravenclaw fellow again ? ❞ he narrows his eyes a bit, scanning harry. ❝ though they might have you beat in the height department once again. i think you might just have to drink more milk, haz. ❞

#there's no way there's not like...an inch of height difference between these two #but bill is gonna call him shortstack till they die #oop poor word choice #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. HARRY POTTER.

given that they were several months out , bill wasn’t exactly sure how best to answer the question with any sort of grace . she technically hadn’t missed it for this current year . ❝ nah, it’s not for ages yet… ❞ he stretches the word out, all boyish smiles and childlike in a way that he always manages to be in front of clem, the sort of youthful innocence that feels funniest when pulled out for the aunt that he still claims even if the official connections are no longer there. really, far be it from him to think that family ties end when the relationship that once knotted you there no longer exists. clem and fleur sat near each other at christmas, after all. a sudden thought occurs to him then, and he nearly gives a full-body jolt when it hits him. ❝ oh shit , i haven’t missed your birthday , have i ? ❞ merlin, he hopes not. it wouldn’t do for him to be the last one to get her a gift and he’s shown up by uncle ned of all people.

【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @rebuildeds ) 】

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. CLEMENTINE WEASLEY.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ starter.#late late late laTE IM SORRY

* — 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 .

ACCEPTING : 90 loaded questions & orphan black sentence !

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ memes.#genuinely so eepy rn but ill be back! promise~!

greengableslover

BRIDGERTON (2020 - ) | HYACINTH BRIDGERTON and ANTHONY BRIDGERTON s02 ep07 'HARMONY' s03 ep05 'TICK TOCK'

veriidicals

@petriichvrs !

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ isms.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. ginny weasley #princess treatment thats his baby #he just be tossing her around all the time when she was smaller

the job was simple enough. even if it was only ever contained to the businesses around diagon and itʻs connecting alleys, for the businesses who could afford for gringottʻs quality cursebreaking. the easy thrill of it was enough to have bill looking forward to it all year long. it was like clockwork: someone or other received some sort of heirloom for christmas and immediately following into the new years—with all it’s resolutions and cleaning—foisted it on some unfortunate pawn shop to spare themselves the hassle of trying to match great aunt hildegardʻs vase with their current furniture. the fun of it was when the vases weren’t just vases. ❝ iʻd be careful if i were you, ❞ he warns, voice mired in amusement even as he nimbly plucks a rather unfortunate looking brooch out of hand-reach, just in the nick of time. the dragonhide gloves are his only saving grace, and even those start steaming at the places of contact with the silver of the jewelry piece. not so pretty an end result. ❝ nasty bit of anti-theft warding. banned now, but probably not when this little darling was commissioned. ❞ he explains, not bothering to hide any of the interest that leaks into his consonance. it was the habit, the vice, to dig his teeth onto the exciting bits of magic, especially when those bits of magic bit back. the brooch gets slipped into an acromantula silk-lined bag, with all the nullifying properties: a specialty of the goblins, who knew how to manipulate magic in ways that wixen could hardly grasp at. ❝ might i suggest those lovely little earrings over in the corner ? they should be in the clear. ❞ the grin that crosses his face is an honest attempt at trustworthy: sales associate charm for all that heʻs never actually been in sales. ❝ checked ʻem myself. promise. ❞

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ open starters.#nox.start #wrote this last month and never got around to posting it thats on me gang

seduiisants

she flourishes alone. she always has, she thinks, but she just didn't realise it. the delacour family were a tight knit bunch, not exactly on top of each other in the same way her in laws were but always keeping each other in the loop, making sure they sat together for a formal family dinner, never going too long without a questioning owl. a childhood of - not smothering, exactly, but not altogether dissimilar to it - and teen years filled with dorm living and the sort of pack mentality that a magical boarding school and being more than a little popular fostered and then, of course, her big move across the pond. fleur's work with gringott's was only meant to be a temporary sort of thing, but her marriage - a different sort of stifling in itself - and the need of financing some of their life together had kept her in it. always a crowd. always a bustle. it was a wonder she'd ever gotten out at all, but her job, now, encouraged independence. she enjoyed it. she liked the long hours and the way that she could now go hours upon hours, sometimes days, now that he'd moved out, without speaking to another human being at all. she's probably supposed to be more lonely. dozens of examples spread out across the romantically angsty media she tries to steer from but always seems to find in unexpected places tell her that the woman who's been left behind is supposed to find the house too big and the bed too cold without her man, forced to turn to her girlfriends for constant company, glasses of white & a tub of haagen dazs ice cream. fleur's always preferred red, though, and her taste is a little more expensive than that. she's curled up with a book of her own, lancelot wheezing in restful sleep in the corner, the glass balancing on the side of the couch when the first text lights up the screen of her phone. she pauses, not a fool; it's been years since they've done anything so flirty, anything that led to that blood rushing, utterly thrilling 'can i do it with you?' she places her bookmark between pages in the short amount of time it takes for the next text to come through, silently, and her eyebrow raises. she knows better than to think it a proposition, of course, but he doesn't help himself, does he ? 'of course,' she sends back, after a long minute of deliberation and hesitation. she hates to make it so easy for him, but can't think of a reason good enough to deny him, 'i was only reading.'

veriidicals

the problem is that heʻd thought heʻd be better at this. heʻd thought that after years spent yearning for space and time and a chance to grow unencumbered by the weight of expectation ( which seems selfish to phrase it that way , but he remembers being younger and angrier and more desperate. he remembers wanting nothing more than to live under a roof where he was only ever beholden to himself ) . he spent years establishing himself as individual as opposed to a part of a collective whole. however, just like those first few years when he found it difficult to sleep at night without the neverending pattering of littler feet or the breathing of bodies in beds next to him, he finds himself unused to the quiet that permeates his apartment now. researching gives him the same intellectual thrill it always had, the quiet sense of accomplishment he always gets when he makes some kind of breakthrough about a ward schema heʻs been asked to look at for work. except now, he still finds himself looking over his shoulder with the intent to ask fleur for her opinion. even now, he wants nothing more than to have her poke holes in his rationale. even now, heʻd love to just listen to her breathe next to him. the text comes through and he only just refrains himself from spinning away on the spot, the snap instinct to apparate to her curtailed only by the fact that his wand was on the other end of the couch and not in immediate reach. this is, unfortunately, more than familiar to him: her giving an inch and him wanting to take a mile, wanting to reach for more, but never quite having the guts to cross that line. honestly, it's been more like her giving a mile and him scrambling to catch up. it's the area in which his gryffindor courage FAILS him. he straightens himself out, not bothering to change out of the unbuttoned henley or the grey sweatpants heʻs been lounging in, because sheʻs certainly seen him in worse, and tries his best to stop hesitating. his wand gets snatched up and, after a second taken to remember it, the research paper he was working on and currently utilizing as his excuse for the visit. itʻs a matter of seconds to apparate straight from his living room to their her front porch, a destination thatʻs more familiar to him that his parentʻs threshold. the windchimes sound the same as always. bill realizes heʻs forgotten his phone in his haste and rather than succumbing to that particular embarrassment, opts to knock on the door instead.

#HE DONT HELP HIMSELF #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. fleur delacour #i dont care heʻs grey sweatpantsing it out #sad and pathetic and just begging for her to say jump so he can ask how high

lionsroarrs

📝 REPLY TO BILL WEASLEY ( @veriidicals )

📍LOC. DIAGON ALLY, NEAR GRINGROTTS BANK

“oy—” ron started to protest as he was pulled towards his brother and his hair was knuckled. he huffed, as he remembered far too many times when he was a kid and one of his older brothers would do the same thing that bill was doing now. fred and george did it the most, often also putting him in a headlock just to see him squirm. when he pulled back, his cheeks were now coated with a rosy red color, as ron was a grown adult, thank you very much, and they were in public! standing in one of the busiest streets of the wix community no less. “i will keep that confidence, they called me a king when i played in my sixth year.” he’d forever mourn the fact that he only played quidditch for one year.

veriidicals

he chuckles under his breath as he releases ron, his internal consternation at ronʻs height stymied somewhat by the fact that he can still push ron around in this way. ❝ oh, did they ? i hadnʻt heard. itʻs not as if fred and george sang the song nonstop after that season. ❞ he snarks, more than aware of the incessant melody that the twins hummed any time ron did anything that summer when bill was around for his visit. still, the shit-eating grin crosses his features as ron flushes, and the he canʻt help but begin to hum the starting notes of the melody at the sight of his brotherʻs embarrassment , uncaring of any potential onlookers passing by. ❝ weasley can save anything , he never leaves a single ring . . . ❞ the mental checklist of his siblingʻs exploits is forefront on his mind, but the mention of the slugs manages to bring him up short. still, he scrambles to place it in the timeline of the second year and slots it into place with the knowledge that ron had needed a new wand around the same time. yikes. the vulnerability, however, shakes him from that line of thought. ❝ i think everyone is still having a hard time getting back into the swing of things, ❞ he tries at assurance. far be it from him to judge ron for missing the rough-cut simplicity of that time. at times, he found himself missing the pacing of it all as well. ❝ there was good in all of it, wasnʻt there ? thereʻs no harm missing that. ❞ especially he and his friends, raised and shaped to meet the demands of war and finding themselves set adrift when that backdrop of violence no longer lingered.

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. ron weasley

burnedglory

his brother’s presence made ron’s face lift up with a smile. it was familiar, comfortable, and nice to be here with him. he and bill hadn’t always been close due to their large age gap, but ever since finding shelter with him and fleur during the war and his run-in with the snatchers, ron found himself looking towards bill more. for reassurance . . . guidance . . . big brother-type of stuff. so he relaxed now, the tension easing out of his shoulders.

veriidicals

for a moment, bill languishes in the playful jabs and shots taken without the eggshell caution that might have colored their interactions before. he has always been aware of the sort of mark he might leave on his younger siblings, particularly after charlie and percy made prefect but the twins didnʻt. yet, though the age gap was wide, now it did not seem as insurmountable as it once might have. ❝ oh, weʻre hitting below the belt now, arenʻt we ? ❞ the hand around ronʻs nape turns into an arm wrapped around his shoulders, hauling him in to knuckle at the hair on his head, a callback to yesteryears when ron was still small enough for bill to toss around to the shrieks of their mother. ❝ weʻll see if you keep up that confidence once were in the air. ❞ bill follows ronʻs line of sight towards the current object of his occupation. the gilded exterior made it all the more evident what might have drawn his younger brotherʻs attention. even still, it is a struggle to keep the laugh out of his voice as ron sheds some light on some of the escapades he got up to all those years ago. ❝ MIGHT have heard a thing or two about that little adventure, yeah. ❞ he replied, nose scrunching in amusement even as he fought off the growing smile. yes, bill knew of the madcap chase with the dragon. the lack of dragon and need for extra security was the whole reason bill was recalled back from egypt. ❝ didnʻt know it was hermioneʻs idea, however. you did find yourself some interesting friends to hang around, didnʻt you, ronniekins ? ❞

#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. ron weasley #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.

he is not old. this is a fact that he will attest to. he is, however, much older than the younger half of his siblings and even attempting to keep up with them is a trial that he’s not positive he’s succeeding in. he does TRY though, even if the celebrations leave him a little more worse for wear than it did in previous years, and his best attempts are still perfectly respectable. when the next day comes, however, the aftermath is this: limbs splayed out against a well-worn and familiar couch, arm slung over his eyes in an effort to keep out the sun slowly streaming in, and one more redhead in a house that once held too many redheads but now only housed two. even with the general bustle of a house teeming with magic, an inherent instinct of bill’s knows the sound of his father’s footfalls coming down the stairs. he lifts his arm only enough to squint up at the man who had definitely not invited any of his children over. ❝ morning, dad, ❞ he called out, smiling impishly. ❝ happy new year. ❞

【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @hoggleswart ) 】

#pov: ur grown ass son is back on ur couch bc he is hungover and doesnt want to make his own breakfast #u have to remind him that hes nearly 40 #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. arthur weasley

he's motivated mostly by caution. a sort of conscientiousness that colored all of his actions, an active effort to make himself move quieter, be smaller, take up less of her space. it is nothing that she does that demands this sort of behavior from him; it’s the scars on his face and the long history of watching where he steps. yet, doing all of those things now only ever brings up flash memories: her loudly and defiantly complimenting the scars on his face, her sitting sprawled on their shared couch with earnest eyes, waiting for him to open up, to say anything, to fix things, to come clean, to even try — well, anyways. he never did learn how to make noise when he walked. even now — as he’s combing through the shelves at his flat again despite the fact that he’s positive the tome he needs is back at theirs — he struggles to let himself inconvenience her in any way. he could just as easily summon the books he needs, but something in him knows that watching his stuff disappear from around her without him making a token attempt at facing her would piss her off more than anything else. so he does his best at finding the sticking place despite the late hour and pulls out his phone. ‘what are you doing right now?’ the first text reads. the second follows quickly after. ‘can i come over?’

【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛 ( @seduiisants ) 】

#sometimes u get too deep in the research binge that u dont realize ur sending a late night double text wyd message to your separated wife #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. fleur delacour

burnedglory

location: outside of brigg’s brooms in diagon ally, london

open starter, anyone is welcome to reply!

if anyone were to ask him why he was here, ron wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. he’d likely fumble over his words and his cheeks and ears would tinge red with embarrassment. he had no reason to shop for a new broomstick. it wasn’t like flying was a hobby of his, and he hadn’t played a proper quidditch game in ages. plus, he had his old broom stuffed in his closet at his flat. ron used to have harry’s as well, but he gave that back to his friend after he returned from the dead. still, he had been strolling down diagon ally’s streets, and seeing brigg’s brooms brought back so many memories.

veriidicals

navigating through the streets of diagon always feels familiar, in the same way that trying on a sweater from the back of your closet is familiar ( and trust that he’d know a thing or two about sweaters; he’s got quite a lot of them ). the stonework buildings curl up and over him, casting shadows over his shoulders that shroud him as neatly as any sweater ever did. dragonhide boots beat against the cobblestone and it all just . . . fits. heʻs a frequent visitor for more professional purposes than anything, but even he canʻt resist the draw of having a look around to see the sights. he knows that his innate curiosity is a trait he comes by honestly. it’s the now years-old instinct to turn his head at any new scent that catches his fancy that he tries to surpress nowadays. that trait, at least, differentiates these recent trips from the flash memories of the trips of bygone years. this, at least, is different. bill had always felt like if he had to, he could pick his siblings in a crowd of millions, even blind and magicless. since the last war, thatʻs even been somewhat TRUE. itʻs made evident by him zeroing in on the general direction of his youngest brother the second he steps out of the bankʻs front doors. his shoulder bump is a warning more than anything before his hand comes up to clasp companionably at the nape of ronʻs neck. ❝ your eyes get any bigger, ronnie boy, and i might consider replacing your christmas gift, ❞ he teases, lightly shaking at his brotherʻs form, the one that has since grown to match his in height in a way that little siblings never should. ❝ looking to up the competition at the next burrow luncheon ? ❞

#im sorry this starter is so old its like the only non-event open ASDHJFASJHDF #i will write you a new closed starter if you want im just taking shots in the dark here #bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ dialogue.#bill weasley ━━ ˟ ⊰ ft. ron weasley

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