With a laugh, Bill rests his arm around Fleur's shoulder. "So, Mum. Dad. Want to hear about the rest of our trip there?" He's very sketchy on some details, like where they've been living and staying before the lure of Nevada, although he's relatively sure that Dumbledore sent word to his parents that he was safe. But since Molly doesn't object and he knows his dad is enchanted to pieces by all things Muggle, so he launches into rather a lot of detail about the casinos in general and the slot machines in particular.
"You'd like them, Dad. Very fascinating."
There are pictures of their suite at Caesar's Palace, too, and he does show all that off.
There's a method to this madness: the more he tells the story, the more everybody in the room relaxes. After all, it's hard to be suspicious of a son and new daughter-in-law when there's an engaging story going on.
Then again, he doesn't talk about the lap dances or Fleur's pole dance, or the orange thigh-high boots or deciding to frame the underpants. There are some things that parents don't need to know.
When he's done regaling them, he leans over and kisses Fleur on the cheek.
"So. Here we are, and we're married, and we wanted to tell you, and..."
And that's that. The lemonade glasses are all empty.
"...and I'm going to take my very lovely bride for a little walk round outside, if that's all right with you."
It's not a bad idea: it will give his parents a chance to talk.
And it will give Fleur a chance to smoke. Without waiting, he stands and takes her hand in his, leading her towards the door. "We'll be back in a few minutes."
The last thing he sees is his mother giving a look of something -- excitement? despair? disgust? -- to his dad, but they'll work it out.
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Date: 2005-08-15 08:32 pm (UTC)"You'd like them, Dad. Very fascinating."
There are pictures of their suite at Caesar's Palace, too, and he does show all that off.
There's a method to this madness: the more he tells the story, the more everybody in the room relaxes. After all, it's hard to be suspicious of a son and new daughter-in-law when there's an engaging story going on.
Then again, he doesn't talk about the lap dances or Fleur's pole dance, or the orange thigh-high boots or deciding to frame the underpants. There are some things that parents don't need to know.
When he's done regaling them, he leans over and kisses Fleur on the cheek.
"So. Here we are, and we're married, and we wanted to tell you, and..."
And that's that. The lemonade glasses are all empty.
"...and I'm going to take my very lovely bride for a little walk round outside, if that's all right with you."
It's not a bad idea: it will give his parents a chance to talk.
And it will give Fleur a chance to smoke. Without waiting, he stands and takes her hand in his, leading her towards the door. "We'll be back in a few minutes."
The last thing he sees is his mother giving a look of something -- excitement? despair? disgust? -- to his dad, but they'll work it out.