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INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am

@rangers-arecool

Bill rarely had trouble sleeping. His job was both physically and mentally demanding, and he usually crashed easily after a long day. It was a different beast entirely with his family visiting. The Weasleys were a loud, rambling, raucous bunch, and he loved them dearly. He'd missed the general noise and company of them while he was abroad, and he knew he would miss it again when they returned home. He'd been raised in a big family; he'd never known any other way.

The news of Sirius Black's escape had put a bit of a damper on the holiday though. He knew their mother was only keeping it together so well because all the family was together. Even Charlie had been able to get away for the week. It was some combination of the above that drove him restlessly from his bed, unsurprised to find he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Bill was staying at the inn to be close with them for their trip, his tiny Ministry flat not large enough for all of them. A flick of his wand, and the teapot poured a mug for him as he sank into one of the cozy armchairs. "Top that off for you?" He nodded to Fred's cup, pulling a flask of firewhiskey from his pocket.

#chat: fred #rangers-arecool #post!hogwarts

xcursebroken

"Save a dance for me?"

@potentialbreakupscng

It was a rare night when Bill could get away. Desk work at the Ministry was desperately boring, and work for the Order was tiring in a different way, a slow wearing down of everyone's nerves and optimism. Fleur was a bright spot at the office, and without really meaning to, he found himself looking forward to seeing her every day. It was a small, slightly foolish way to keep himself going, but these days, he'd take what he could get.

It wasn't the first night they'd gone for drinks after work, but it was infrequent enough to still feel like a novelty. Or maybe everything with Fleur felt a bit like novelty. She had a way of brightening a room and his mood effortlessly. A pretty face had never been enough to move him though, and it was her cleverness and bravery that had captured him most. He smiled over his glass at the bar, already looking forward to it. "I'll save you two."

potentialbreakupscng-a

She wasn't quite sure how their evenings after work began -- only that they happened with a larger group of people that dwindled down to just the two of them. She had recognized the last name from the boy whom she had gently rejected when he had asked her to the Yule Ball -- Harry Potter's friend, the boy who saved her sister and didn't have to. Fleur was never surprised when a man wanted to spend time with her -- most men were drawn to her because of her bloodline, though it wasn't nearly as strong as her mother's or other family members who were more than just a quarter veela. What surprised her was how much she enjoyed his company -- and how she found whenever he wasn't out with the rest of them, that she'd missed their conversations -- and how he didn't seem charmed by the looks she'd used in most situations.

Honestly, she found herself frustrated more often than not when their nights would end without even so much of a suggestion of wanting to go on a date. Fleur usually wasn't the one to do the chasing -- but there she was, sitting at the bar near him. The wine glass in her hand was stained with the lipstick she wore for the day -- and with magic the colour on her lips hadn't faded. A smile grew on her painted lips and out of habit she bat her eyelashes. "Two dances? Monsieur Weasley, 'ow generous of you," she flirted shamelessly. Even with how good her English had gotten, her French accent was still thick. "May I ask why you give me the 'onour of giving me two dances instead of one?"

xcursebroken

Bill was used to being recognized by his family. You couldn't throw a rock in London without hitting a Weasley, instantly recognizable by their flaming red hair. He'd never minded the association. Though the pureblood families called them blood traitors, he was proud of his family, proud to be a Weasley. They might not be perfect, but they were good, and they were his. He knew a little about her background, mostly what he'd heard from Ron, who had been quick to inform him (his face an indescribable color) that she was part veela. It made sense, given the way men fell over themselves for her, but it didn't matter to Bill. He actually felt a little bad for her at times. It must be hard to know who truly liked her for her.

Despite the nature of his work, he wasn't impulsive. He was capable of making quick decisions--had to be--but those were often the result of careful examination beforehand. He'd had time to think about Fleur, time to examine his own feelings for her and come to the conclusion that they were genuine, not the result of magic bloodlines or impending war. The only thing he wasn't sure of was if they were reciprocated. She flirted often, but he wasn't the only man she flirted with. He didn't know whether it was genuine or simply habit, and there was no way to know without making his own interest clear.

So he would just have to do that. It didn't intimidate him to ask someone out; he only hoped if she turned him down that it didn't make it awkward for her to be around him in the future. His smile was equally teasing, an elbow resting on the bar while he leaned toward her. "It sounds to me, Mademoiselle Delacour, like you're angling for three."

#chat: fleur #potentialbreakupscng #post!hogwarts

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❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞ - @xcursebroken

It wasn't unusual for her to get attention whenever she went to a bar or out. She assumed it was her bright pink hair -- which she could change whenever she wanted to, but she liked the pink hair. She'd change it every once in a while -- brown so she looked more like her mother...sometimes a bright blue. The benefit of being an metamorphagus was being able to change her hair colour whenever she felt like it without any kind of damage to her hair. She'd worn her hair pink for a while now, it was her signature -- only changing it sometimes when she didn't want to stand out or she had to change her whole appearance for some auror mission. SHe just wished it didn't bring her unwanted attention.

She met up with Bill for drinks, and he had excused himself to go to the loo and she found herself talking to someone that started off as just a nice conversation -- that turned into something more than what she wanted. Clearly uncomfortable, her friend approached and made him go away -- but she couldn't shake the man's eyes off of her. She had a hard time keeping up with whatever story he was telling her about some great curse-breaking adventure he went on. Her eyebrows raised at his offer to do something, letting out a soft laugh and shaking her head.

"No, no. It's fine. He's just some -- creep." She offered Bill a smile and a shrug, eyes flicking over him for a moment before settling back upon his face. "Really. I've missed you and I'd rather focus on catching up with a friend and his extravagant stories about all the cool shite he's up to." She gave him a gently punch to the arm, and perches herself back onto the nearest barstool -- behind him so the man can't stare at her anymore. One of the few times she's grateful for her small stature.

xcursebroken

There was a streak of chivalry that ran through most of the Weasleys, and Bill sometimes wondered if he hadn't gotten an extra dose of it. Though he wasn't as stocky as Charlie or the twins, he was tall and broad-shouldered. It could have made him a bully, but instead it had made him a protector, starting with his mother and younger siblings and gradually extending to friends, his House, and occasionally random strangers.

He knew Tonks was more than capable of handling herself. Nobody became an Auror without a hell of a lot of skill, and he'd been on the receiving end of her hexes a time or two at school. Size was no guarantee of power. But she was also bubbly and cute and petite, and there was a certain brand of pushy douchebag that seemed to find her irresistible. He could see the appeal--of course he could, and it went well beyond the surface qualities--but a no was a no.

He could tell he didn't have her full attention once he'd returned by the way her eyes kept drifting past him. He'd have thought it was interest if not for the blatant discomfort on her, and he shot a hard stare at the guy as she moved, shifting slightly so he blocked her completely from view, one arm settling on the bar. Bill had faced down ancient Egyptian curses; a bar fight would be a slow news day for him, but he was far more likely to talk down a fight than start one. His expression cleared as he picked up his glass. "Enough about me. What have you been up to?"

#chat: tonks #potentialbreakupscng #post!hogwarts

svjetllost

Ginny gives a weak smile taking the glass of butterbeer. The taste is familiar but she might be able to use something stronger at this point, and yet still he drinks it in silence grateful that they are able to have some peace even for a moment. The Burrow is oddly quiet, even in the dead of night you could count on Fred or George usually to cause some kind of ruckus, but ever since the war started weeks before, everything seemed to have shifted and nothing felt the same.

There was still a month before they had to go back to school, not that she had to go, but Ginny felt like she could be of some use if she did. It was uncertain what Hogwarts would be like but doubted that it would be the same place. It wasn’t even because she thought of it as a safe haven like Harry did, that had been ripped from her in her second year, but it was still home of sorts, at least in the common room. “ I want to ask you where you have been, but not sure if you can tell me…I promise not to tell mom if you do. ”

grimmusings asked: ❛ here, you look like you need this more than me right now. ❜ (Ginny or your choice, for Bill please! @xcursebroken)

xcursebroken

Bill was old enough to remember bits of the first war. He was eleven when Voldemort was defeated, on his way to his first year of Hogwarts. He remembered his mother's grief when she lost her brothers, the uncles Bill had always looked up to with awe, and he remembered her relief when it came time to send him off to school and it was finally safe. It was the feelings that he remembered most though, the tension and the dread he hadn't fully understood as a child but that lingered all the same. It felt like that now, Voldemort's return casting a pall over their daily lives.

It was a wrench taking a desk job at the Ministry. His kind died a slow death in captivity, but he would never let on. Everyone had sacrifices to make now, and it was a small price to pay to be closer to his family if he was needed. Nights were long on guard duty but it would take him some time to wind down, and he gave a small smile as he handed over the glass and sank onto the couch. "Dumbledore wants it kept quiet. I don't know if I agree, but I trust his judgement." Unlike Molly, Bill didn't feel they needed to be coddled or kept in the dark, but he accepted it wasn't his call to make. It was just… this was going to be their fight too. They were growing up in it, and nobody could deny that Harry Potter was right at the heart of it all. It might turn out to be Ginny's fight even more than it was Bill's. "You alright? You're up late."

#chat: ginny #luminescenc1e #post!hogwarts

"Save a dance for me?"

@potentialbreakupscng

It was a rare night when Bill could get away. Desk work at the Ministry was desperately boring, and work for the Order was tiring in a different way, a slow wearing down of everyone's nerves and optimism. Fleur was a bright spot at the office, and without really meaning to, he found himself looking forward to seeing her every day. It was a small, slightly foolish way to keep himself going, but these days, he'd take what he could get.

It wasn't the first night they'd gone for drinks after work, but it was infrequent enough to still feel like a novelty. Or maybe everything with Fleur felt a bit like novelty. She had a way of brightening a room and his mood effortlessly. A pretty face had never been enough to move him though, and it was her cleverness and bravery that had captured him most. He smiled over his glass at the bar, already looking forward to it. "I'll save you two."

#chat: fleur #potentialbreakupscng #post!hogwarts #tw: smoking

"Save a dance for me?"

@potentialbreakupscng

"No promises on the drinks," he laughed, already well on the way to tipsy himself. It felt like ages since they'd been able to really let go with all the fear and tension of the second war hanging over them. Bill knew Voldemort's fall didn't mean it was over. His supporters would still be out there, but it was a hell of a win, and seeing his family come through it safely was nothing short of a miracle. It was more than a week since the Battle of Hogwarts. They'd had time to bury their dead and show their respect. They deserved a chance to celebrate now, drinks and music flowing freely at The Burrow after dinner.