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[lafleurblanche]

Who Fleur & Bill & Elizabet.
Where Their most current hotel.
When Backdated one day to the 9th. :D;
Status Complete.

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[headofthefamily]

"I know," Bill said quietly, glancing over at their sleeping daughter. It had been weighing on his mind ever since they had made the decision to move in with the Order. They would be in the thick of things then, and while Bill had no intention of letting Fleur get into any dangerous situations, the reality was it was entirely possible that something could happen to both of them.

They needed to be prepared. Just in case.

Bill crossed over to Fleur and sat down in the chair by the window.

"Do you have anyone in mind?"

[lafleurblanche]

Fleur looked down at her husband, eyes a little distant as she considered the quesiton itself.

Who would she trust to care for Gabrielle and Elizabet?

"I have no other family," She pointed out, flicking through the Weasley siblings in quick succession. "It would not be so much a legal obligation as a trust one, I think. Since we are in hiding..." Fleur waved one hand at the room, before smiling wryly. "So it would be someone also in hiding, yes?"

She was trying to think of this logically. Remove herself from what such a thing would mean...All the same, Fleur moved close enough so that she could put a hand on Bill's arm, in reassurance to herself.

[headofthefamily]

It was such a difficult thing to consider - both of them gone and Elizabet all alone. At the touch of Fleur's hand on his arm, Bill reached out for her, tugging her down into his lap. He needed the reassurance as much as she did.

Her question had brought up something else that he had thought of before but hadn't yet said. Looking into her eyes, he was very serious as he said, "If anything happens to me, I want you to promise me that you'll take Elizabet and run as far as you can."

[lafleurblanche]

Fleur let herself be pulled down without resistance, tucking her head neatly underneath Bill's chin, though she leaned back to look up as he spoke.

Her hand clutched at his shirt--if anything happens to me--she didn't want anything to happen to either of them--any of them--

But neither of them did. It was simply--

Reality.

Fleur swallowed the protests on her tongue, and nodded instead. "I promise, William."

"...Promise me the same if anything happens to me." The words were deathly quiet, but they had to be said. For Elizabet, for Bill--Gabrielle...