Laughing, he strokes her hair. "Of course. You are a princess, and princesses must wear tiaras at their weddings. It's the rule." He nods to the window and the scene below. "I'm certain we can find one. It must be perfect, though and Fleur: have you any idea how much money you won down there? We can chalk it up to beginner's luck, but..." Bill does a quick calculation. "That's got to be over... 27,000 Galleons. I think that entitles you to not just the tiara, but to whatever else your heart desires."
He can't bend down to kiss her without disturbing her, but he does the next best thing: takes her hand in his and kisses each finger in turn.
Alas, the mermaids on the wall don't even giggle. Their smiles, captured mid-song, stay resolutely still.
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Date: 2005-07-18 07:40 pm (UTC)He can't bend down to kiss her without disturbing her, but he does the next best thing: takes her hand in his and kisses each finger in turn.
Alas, the mermaids on the wall don't even giggle. Their smiles, captured mid-song, stay resolutely still.
"Take you tiara-shopping tonight if you want."