*Fleur beams up at Arthur. She rather likes him. All bumbling and muggle obsessed and mostly bald. He reminds her of her own long dead father in a very round about and not at all similar way. She is cut off before she can even try to make polite conversation. Arthur leans over and hugs Bill. One of those one arm, father-son hugs that involves backslapping.*
*It makes Fleur smile. Because Bill is smiling like a little boy and that makes her heart quicken. Her husband is happy. And he is so handsome when he is happy.*
*Before she knows it, Arthur has thrown an arm about her shoulders as well to give her a fatherly squeeze as he steers them back up toward the house.*
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Date: 2005-08-11 05:31 pm (UTC)*It makes Fleur smile. Because Bill is smiling like a little boy and that makes her heart quicken. Her husband is happy. And he is so handsome when he is happy.*
*Before she knows it, Arthur has thrown an arm about her shoulders as well to give her a fatherly squeeze as he steers them back up toward the house.*