Thinking of the word flowers, what would you think of? Tall, winding vines with flowers haphazardly dotted about? Or would you think of the camellia, a faded pink, the same shade as the tip of your fingers in a frigid winter.

Fleur wouldn't describe herself as either. If she had a say in it, she'd say she wanted nothing to do with flowers. They were dull and felt slow, and definitely did not feel like her, even though they were her namesake.

She stood in the middle of the Diagon Alley, on a particularly cold April day. She looked up at what she had learnt had been the second oldest building in the capital of wizarding London, Gringotts Bank. She pulled her woollen hat down at the back of her head, and began to walk towards the building which could change her life.

In two months, there would be the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament, and then Fleur would decide what to do with her life. And then, well, she'd have to do it.

Fleur hadn't decided what exactly she wanted to do, but banking seemed like a safe bet. It might have been too safe, but then again, what else would she do? She wouldn't be getting the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament unless all three of the other competitors decided to fail tremendously while attempting the third task.

If nothing else, her English would improve, and maybe she would be able to get a cosy job in wizarding England.

Inside Gringotts was just as spectacular and old as outside. The hall stretched out for what seemed like miles, wherever you looked there would be a dark marble, which reminded Fleur of Tuileries Palace, which he had visited in her youth when she was too young to understand how different she was to the other children who toured the palace.

However, the two places were definitely not the same, Gringotts had a lot more angry, stressed out looking goblins wherever you looked, and even more angry, stressed out adults walking about.

Fleur felt incredibly out of her depth. Like a child looking to fit in with the grown ups, she moved towards the least intimidating goblin in the aray of counters under the 'QUERIES' sign.

"What's your problem?" The goblin, with long, pointed ears, asked her moodily.

"Em, I am looking for work." Fleur asked, pronouncing everything as it should be, or as close to it as she could get.

The goblin perked up, almost imperceptibly. "So you're looking to become a curse-breaker, are you?"

Fleur's brows pulled together and she shook her head slightly, "what eez that? Curse breaker?"

"What is that? Have you ever been to a old archaeology site?" The goblin spat out, the flecks glinting under the light, "curse breakers try and undo the curses which keep the gold hidden, away from us."

"Oh!" Fleur tried not to show her disgust as the spit she felt on her arm. However, the goblin had gotten the wrong idea from her statement, and decided she was interested.

He tapped a piece of parchment paper and it cleared to show a picture of a group of people in front of pyramids, which she knew to be in Egypt. It was small, she could make out 4 people with big grins on their faces.

They seemed like the average tourists, and she would suspect nothing different if it weren't for the equipment they wore, and the wands poking out of their bags.

Towering above the rest in the picture, was a tall ginger who's smile seemed to be positively glowing (or maybe it was the sweat which made him seem to glow). It made her smile slightly but also she knew that she was not cut out for that sort of work, and she turned to face the goblin:

He looked at her with such a expectancy and even hope, that she felt bad saying she would not be able to do something like that. So, she went for a more diplomatic approach:

"I would love to do something like that. But, I will only stay in England in summer." She nodded, trying to look assertive.

"Oh." He went back to being moody, "Well you can fill out a form and get a summer placement as a desk worker. That's what curse breakers do when they're in between jobs anyways."

He seemed insistent on her becoming a curse breaker, and before anything escalated she took a form from the desk and smiled and nodded in what she hoped looked like a sincere way.

"Thank you for the time," he looked a bit dazzled at the even wider smile she sent him as she buttoned up the top of her coat, twirled on her heel and walked out.

That was vaguely successful, and with any luck, she would be working in Gringotts this summer. Maybe that would give her some direction.

So, I want to have a go at writing something the full way through, and thought I would give Bill and Fleur some love as I have read nearly nothing about their relationship on . This chapter is kind of too short, but I see it as more of a prelude to the rest of the story that I will probably never look at again. Wish me luck!

-sunkissedbubbletea