dated to December 13th
Bill didn't really mind the cold, having grown up in a place where it was a somewhat regular occurrence, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the chance to be out of it and warm. He certainly took plenty of opportunity to be out in it, enjoying their one month a year of snow. For now, though, he was in the compound kitchen, bundled into a thick jumper not unlike one his mum might knit - red and gold, since for some reason the clothes box liked reminding him he was a Gryffindor, especially during the snow - and had a hot cup of coffee in one hand, intending to pull up a patch of couch in the rec room with a book.
He didn't make it that far, though, as before he could leave the kitchen someone entered it. That in itself wasn't unusual. What caught Bill's attention was the fact that the person who entered was someone he'd not seen in several days. Even that might not have been cause for alarm except that it was his best mate, his best mate who was in no shape to be going out in the snow yet had flakes of it in his hair and dusting his shoulders.
Bill stopped so abruptly coffee sloshed out of his mug and splashed hot and burning against his hand, but he paid it no mind. "Where the fuck have you been?" he blurted, to the point as always.
He didn't make it that far, though, as before he could leave the kitchen someone entered it. That in itself wasn't unusual. What caught Bill's attention was the fact that the person who entered was someone he'd not seen in several days. Even that might not have been cause for alarm except that it was his best mate, his best mate who was in no shape to be going out in the snow yet had flakes of it in his hair and dusting his shoulders.
Bill stopped so abruptly coffee sloshed out of his mug and splashed hot and burning against his hand, but he paid it no mind. "Where the fuck have you been?" he blurted, to the point as always.