Adore Her
-her sister needs someone that will love her-
It is sunny, and she just adores the sun. She loves everything about it; the way it seems to warm her skin, the way it captures the highlights in her hair just right, she just adores it.
The weather has finally changed for the better in England, and for that she is grateful. There will be no shivering underneath jumpers today, no sipping mugs of hot tea, trying to keep warm. Today it will be sunny, because today her sister is getting married.
She yawns, before pulling herself out of bed, her long hair loose down her back. Gabrielle offers a smile towards the gleaming sun, and she basks in the warmth of it. No matter how welcoming and happy this family and England seem to be, France will always be her homeland and she longs to get back to it.
The bridesmaid dress hangs in the cupboard, neatly covered in a sheet of plastic, to protect it from dust and whatever pests this England might have. She simply loves everything about it, right down to the way it matches her hair perfectly, but the one thing she hates about it is the fact that it means that today, her sister is getting married, and today, her sister will be joining this English family, and never coming back to live with them in France again.
She gnaws on her lip hard, trying not to cry. She hates this marriage. She would hate it even more if the man her sister was marrying was a jerk and not nice and polite and utterly handsome like Bill is.
Gabrielle lifts herself of the bed and walks out of the room, leaving the bed unmade. She can't be bothered to make it.
The cramped kitchen is already bustling with activity, despite the earliness of the hour. She supposes it is because the ceremony is early in the afternoon, but never has she seen so many people rush to prepare the food. At France, they have house elves for that, and even though they do make meals sometimes, the Declacour family have never prepared food for a wedding.
A wedding is the most important thing in your life, her Mama says.
She supposes it is.
Taking it the crowdedness of the kitchen, she backs right out, into the living room. And there is Bill, perched on the armchair, his eyes gazing straight out the window. He does not say a word as she sits down herself, and his eyes never stop gazing right out the window.
She's seen this look before. "Bill?" she asks.
He doesn't look at her, but she continues on nevertheless. "I know you're having cold feet, and don't try to deny it to me, I've seen it before." Gabrielle takes a breath before starting again. "But you're marrying my sister today, no matter what. And I want to tell you something before you plunge back down into self-pity again."
"My sister needs someone that will love her, will cherish her, and will just simply adore her, not someone who is constantly depressed over the fact that he will never be a single bachelor again. She needs you Bill and you had better be there for her," she mutters before leaving the room.
Fleur is Mrs. William Arthur Weasley by the end of the day.
And Bill promises to love and cherish her, which is exactly what Gabrielle wants. She knows that even though he doesn't say it, Bill will adore her.
And she is happy for them, but she cannot deny that there is a small pang of jealously in her stomach as she watches them dance.
Written for the Bill Weasley Challenge on HPFFC. Reviews are loooove!