They've been working together on repairing the guardian statues that keep Hogwarts safe under duress for about seven hours now, but with this last spell, she thinks that they are done. Fleur is exhausted - then again, everyone is, after the war, and most of all, she assumes, the young man standing next to her. It has been a horrible and difficult month; after the funerals, came the time to deal with the school that had served as home to many, and battlefield to the final stand against Voldemort.
Gringotts offered up its best Curse Breakers. The Order sent its standing members back. And in two cases, this was a two-birds-one-stone solution.
Given their expertise, repairing wards has been their task, while others have worked on cleaning. It's gruesome work, requiring much concentration and depleting at the end of the day. But with today's final spells, she thinks, they're done. Hogwarts is hidden again, and she is safe.
And Fleur Delacour is, to put it mildly, itchy. It might have to do entirely with the fact that rebuilding wards has required a lot of magic-sharing, and she has been in very, very close contact with William, far more than they've allowed themselves until this point. She's had him in her head. Hell - she's felt the way something darker lingers under the surface of his psyche, as a result of the vicious attack he suffered last year. (Her fault - she was his partner, she should have been faster with the wand, should have killed Greyback.)
She stretches, trying to shake off the soreness of her everything, and throws another glance at Bill before her decision is made. "Come on," she declares, stubbornly, "We're taking a walk." And with that, she turns around and walks into the forest. He's her partner - or was? Who knows if the Order will disolve - so she trusts he will follow.
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Gringotts offered up its best Curse Breakers. The Order sent its standing members back. And in two cases, this was a two-birds-one-stone solution.
Given their expertise, repairing wards has been their task, while others have worked on cleaning. It's gruesome work, requiring much concentration and depleting at the end of the day. But with today's final spells, she thinks, they're done. Hogwarts is hidden again, and she is safe.
And Fleur Delacour is, to put it mildly, itchy. It might have to do entirely with the fact that rebuilding wards has required a lot of magic-sharing, and she has been in very, very close contact with William, far more than they've allowed themselves until this point. She's had him in her head. Hell - she's felt the way something darker lingers under the surface of his psyche, as a result of the vicious attack he suffered last year. (Her fault - she was his partner, she should have been faster with the wand, should have killed Greyback.)
She stretches, trying to shake off the soreness of her everything, and throws another glance at Bill before her decision is made. "Come on," she declares, stubbornly, "We're taking a walk." And with that, she turns around and walks into the forest. He's her partner - or was? Who knows if the Order will disolve - so she trusts he will follow.