He simply loves her; she makes him smile in ways he never thought he could. From deep within his soul, from a place deep inside his heart and suddenly, inexplicably, he can't wait to marry her.
Bill has always let his heart dictate both the pace and circumstances of his life; he's never seen fit to live any other way. If his heart tells him now's the time, then now is definitely the time. With a subtle tap of his wand, he conjures two perfectly acceptable British passports; he's seen enough of them in Egypt to know exactly what they need to look like. They'll last a number of hours: certainly long enough to get the necessary paperwork from the courthouse.
He stands as Fleur leaves the shop, parcels in hand, and takes the dress and tux from her. He looks up at a nearby clock. "We've still got an hour and a half. Shall we?" Shyly, he shows her the two passports. He hasn't been wasting his time.
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Date: 2005-07-19 01:22 pm (UTC)He simply loves her; she makes him smile in ways he never thought he could. From deep within his soul, from a place deep inside his heart and suddenly, inexplicably, he can't wait to marry her.
Bill has always let his heart dictate both the pace and circumstances of his life; he's never seen fit to live any other way. If his heart tells him now's the time, then now is definitely the time. With a subtle tap of his wand, he conjures two perfectly acceptable British passports; he's seen enough of them in Egypt to know exactly what they need to look like. They'll last a number of hours: certainly long enough to get the necessary paperwork from the courthouse.
He stands as Fleur leaves the shop, parcels in hand, and takes the dress and tux from her. He looks up at a nearby clock. "We've still got an hour and a half. Shall we?" Shyly, he shows her the two passports. He hasn't been wasting his time.