Prompt: Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley
Quotes: "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."
Bill paced nervously back and forth in front of his fireplace.
He needed to talk to someone, he really did, because he was sure, he was so sure that it was almost scary. It felt right, everything about it felt right.
But he had some concerns . . .
Finally, he mustered up some of that Gryffindor courage and fire-called his brother.
"Charlie? Charlie, are you there?"
Bill saw two dirty boots make their way to where he was and a second later his brother's freckly face greeted him.
"Hey there, big bro'! What's up?"
"'What's up'?"
Charlie shrugged. "Felt like a 'what's up' moment."
Bill laughed and felt some of his previous uneasiness trickle away.
Charlie smiled. "So, really, what's the occasion? Nothing's happened over there, has it?"
"No," Bill assured him, "everything's fine over here. Well, as fine as it could be considering the circumstances."
"Right."
Bill nodded. "What I wanted to talk to you about is, er . . . different."
"Different?" Charlie repeated, confused.
"It's about Fleur—"
"Ah, that French bird! The one you claimed was only a friend a couple of months ago," Charlie said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what about her?"
Bill cleared his throat. "Things have been going very well with Fleur, we get along perfectly and I honestly haven't met anyone like her . . . Ever."
"You're getting sappy, brother."
"Well, I'm about to get even sappier. I'm—I think I'm going to propose." He shook his head. "No, I know I am."
Charlie gaped. "That's great! Congratulations! Or you know, that is if she says yes."
"She'll say yes," Bill insisted, all while ignoring Charlie's sniggers. "So, what do you think?"
"What do I think? Honestly, I'm thrilled for you. Though, I'm not sure how Mum's going to take it."
Bill grimaced. "Yeah, I've not even told her we're dating."
"Wise if you ask me."
Bill sighed. "Perhaps at the time, but there's no avoiding telling her about my fiancée."
"So sure she'll say yes, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Bill said, and paused as Charlie—yet again—laughed. "Perhaps they only need to spend some time together. Maybe Fleur could stay at the Burrow a while."
"Yeah, there's an idea," Charlie snorted. "Why don't I also try to mate a Horntail with a Welsh—Oh wait, you're serious?"
"Why not? It'll give them a chance to get to know one another and I get to have someone with me there that doesn't drive me insane."
"And what about Fleur? Aren't you scared she'll go insane spending whole days with our mother?"
"She's tough, she'll be able to handle it. Especially if it means we'll get my parents' approval."
Charlie sighed. "You're really going to do this."
"I am," said Bill surely. "I would love some support on your end though. So, are you in?"
"You mean, will I help talk Mum into letting your very French—not to mention extremely outspoken— fiancée stay with everyone at the Burrow?"
Bill nodded.
Charlie shook his head. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."
