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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?"

[headofthefamily]

"We'll have to ask them, when we get there," Bill reminded her, smiling as he gazed upon the more relaxed expression on his wife's face now that they had made a decision. "Ron will probably think he can't handle it, but he's more capable than he gives himself credit for. Hermione...I have no idea if she'll agree."

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"We will ask them," Fleur agreed, feeling almost...peaceful.

It was almost too easy to slip back into the content she'd been floating in for the past while--their own circle of quiet in the war.

It was painful to know that it couldn't last.

"When do we go?" Fleur knew it would be soon--as soon as possible. But she had to ask, even so.

[headofthefamily]

"I'll owl Ron in the morning and hopefully meet with him tomorrow," Bill replied. "Once we know the password and whatever else we need to know to get in, we can pack and go."

He glanced over at Elizabet who was still sleeping peacefully.

"If Ron and Hermione agree, we should get it in writing," he said. "I'd feel better knowing that our wishes were in writing somewhere."

It would be harder (though unfortunately not impossible) for someone to challenge then. Just in case.

[lafleurblanche]

"Alright. Elizabet and I will pack while you do that." Or rather, Fleur would pack while Elizabet attempted to help and probably hindered the process.

It would get done either way.

"As soon as we arrive," She whispered, eyes on their sleeping daughter. It made sense. Perfect sense--but she didn't want to think of Elizabet and Gabrielle in a world without herself, without her husband.

[headofthefamily]

Reading Fleur's mind, he hugged her tighter to him. It would be very unlikely for them both to die, especially given that only one of them would ever be doing anything dangerous, but at least they had a plan. Just in case.

"It's probably not going to happen," he whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, ma moitié."

He didn't often use French in conversation with Fleur as he knew he was terrible at it, despite trying his best to wrap his tongue around the syllables. It usually made her laugh though, and he hoped it would help lighten the mood this time too.

[lafleurblanche]

It didn't fail--Fleur turned in Bill's arms, laughing in a light manner she hadn't adopted in some time--the pronunciation was horrible.

But terribly sweet.

She put a hand on either side of his face, amused. "You're here."

And that was really all she had to say. For now--that was enough.

[headofthefamily]

"I'm here," Bill repeated warmly, smiling down at his wife, happy to hear her laughing again.

"I love you so much," he added and leaned in to kiss her on the lips this time. It quickly deepened into something more passionate that they could only get away with when Elizabet was asleep.

[lafleurblanche]

Fleur did not get a chance to respond, but she did not much mind, or even notice. He already knew what she would say. Instead she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, leaning up into her husband, her hands falling down his chest. I love you, too.

I missed you.

Please stay like this, forever.