k is for keys…
Bill rushed about Shell Cottage, looking under picture frames, flipping over couch cushions, frantically searching for the one object he needed the most but couldn't find. He saw Fleur drowsily walk down the hall, tired and disoriented.
"Bill, what on earth are you looking for at 6 in the morning?" she asked groggily.
"My keys, I can't get into my office without them," he told her.
Fleur wiped her eyes, and began searching for the ring of keys as well, probably wanting to get back to bed after Bill left. She flipped over a pillow and reached down.
"Are these them?" she asked, holding up what Bill had been searching for.
"Thank God you found them!" he said, grabbing the keys, kissing her on the cheek and telling her he loved her before frantically rushing out of the house. Fleur smiled, and dragged herself back to bed. For a person who could broke curses for a living, he could lose things quite easily.