Bill always hated the rain. It was cold and wet and soggy, the three terms most likely able to describe England as a whole. He liked the sun and the sand and the dirt. He liked warmth, and the feeling of running his hands through the warm sand at the end of a long, hard day of cursebreaking. He liked Egypt, he liked the ancient tombs that haven't been touched in millennium. He loved the danger, loved the thrill of finally cracking a tomb. What he did not love was having to bring an umbrella everywhere he went 365 days a year just to escape the British rain. He wasn't a city man, or an office man, he was an Egyptian desert man.
This is what made saying goodbye to Egypt so hard. If he hated it, it would be fine. If he hadn't fallen in love with it, he would be okay with returning to England. He had though, and knew that if it weren't for Voldemort he would never leave at all. As he picked up his suitcase and porthole key, he took one last look at the pyramids, knowing that he may never come back.
Before he even opened the garden gate, his mother was careening towards him, prepared to smother him with nine years of missed motherly love. "Oh I'm so happy, my Bill is finally home! I can't believe you're here; come, lets get you inside. I have a warming charm on the kettle so the tea will be ready."
Fleur paced back and forth in the sitting room, waiting for her parents to open the letter. She couldn't handle reading the letter herself, she was just too nervous. She wanted, no emneeded /emto get into this program. Gringotts was the first wizarding bank to start a program solely dedicated to French-English relations, and getting a place in the program would be life-changing. All her life she had lived in France. She was born in France, raised in France, and went to school in France. She was pretty sure there was more French food in her body than there was blood. She needed this change, and as tough as it may be to transition into living in England, she knew that she had what it took to succeed. She cast a nervous glance at her papa, nodding him to start reading.
"Dear Ms. Fleur Delacour, Gringotts Wizarding Bank is delighted to inform you that you have been accepted as a trainee into the French-English Relations Program." As soon as she heard those words, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Immediately she was engulfed in a hug from her Papa, Mama, and Gabrielle.
Gabrielle. This would be so hard for her. Fleur had been by her side every day, trying to help her grow up to be a good person and make good choices. Gabrielle didn't know her home or Beauxbatons without Fleur in it, so how could she handle Fleur being in an entirely different country? Looking over at her sister, Fleur saw her eyes brimming with tears. She pulled Gabrielle down to the carpet and together they held each other and wept, knowing that no matter how happy Gabrielle was for Fleur, or how much they promised to speak every day, it still wouldn't be the same. For a brief moment she considered not going to England, but Gabrielle would be so angry if she knew that the only reason Fleur didn't go was because of her. No, she had to go. She had to start this new chapter of her life, hard as it may be.