When one can simply Apparate, there is no need for anything so formal as opening a door. However, there's normally a telltale cracking noise when one does Apparate or Disapparate.
After years of stealthy curse-breaking work, however, Bill knows how to Apparate noiselessly and, as a result, he appears right behind Fleur without a sound.
"I'm right here, love." He puts his newspapers and head scarf down, wraps his arms round her, and kisses the back of her neck through all that beautiful silvery hair. "You won't believe what's just happened..."
She jumps and puts a hand to her heart when he first speaks. "You juste like to see me startled, no?" Even as she settles against his chest, feeling all sorts of girlish things like being safe and content.
"Mmm? Ca va? You sound tired." She tries to look at him over her shoulder, but mostly just bumps her forehead against his chin affectionately.
After he kisses the top of her head, Bill turns her around and folds her into his arms. "Have you ever had one of those conversations where you simply knew your head would explode before it ended?"
It feels so right to have her here, in his arms, waiting for him. Or not waiting for him but just being here when he's home: it's one of his most secret fantasies come true. He likes to believe he's forward-thinking enough to not only respect but encourage Fleur's right to be wherever she likes whenever she likes. But in his months in captivity he had the dream that kept him alive, the dream where he was in another lifetime with a wife and child. Even though that wife wasn't Fleur -- he wouldn't have allowed himself that fantasy at that time, too dangerous in too many ways -- it was still the thing that kept him alive.
Dark times are coming again. Or perhaps they never left. Perhaps it was simply a lull. "Fleur, I have so much love for you. So much. Promise you'll be careful here, in London, anywhere, always."
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After years of stealthy curse-breaking work, however, Bill knows how to Apparate noiselessly and, as a result, he appears right behind Fleur without a sound.
"I'm right here, love." He puts his newspapers and head scarf down, wraps his arms round her, and kisses the back of her neck through all that beautiful silvery hair. "You won't believe what's just happened..."
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"Mmm? Ca va? You sound tired." She tries to look at him over her shoulder, but mostly just bumps her forehead against his chin affectionately.
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It feels so right to have her here, in his arms, waiting for him. Or not waiting for him but just being here when he's home: it's one of his most secret fantasies come true. He likes to believe he's forward-thinking enough to not only respect but encourage Fleur's right to be wherever she likes whenever she likes. But in his months in captivity he had the dream that kept him alive, the dream where he was in another lifetime with a wife and child. Even though that wife wasn't Fleur -- he wouldn't have allowed himself that fantasy at that time, too dangerous in too many ways -- it was still the thing that kept him alive.
Dark times are coming again. Or perhaps they never left. Perhaps it was simply a lull. "Fleur, I have so much love for you. So much. Promise you'll be careful here, in London, anywhere, always."
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She starts to tug him toward the loveseat, intend on doting on him just a little. For he has a stressed face!
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