A/N: 'Kay. Due to popular (heh...) demand, here's parte tres. Yep. Not as totally pointless as the
others, but still fairly pointless. Okay--REALLY pointless. Basically, he goes to Egypt. Yep. And feels
guilty about leaving during a family event.
I do believe I've got a plotline, but I'm not quite sure yet. As I said, this was one of my famous one-
part wonders that I created out of boredom this past summer. So gimme time, 'kay? Kay.
Oh, and once again, I still have NO CLUE as to how to do italics, so you're going to have to endure
thoughts being between *'s again. Sorry 'bout that. It's all I can do, unless one of you kind reviewers
will tell me how...(hint! hint!)
Curse Breakers
Chapter Three:
by Veralidaine
Vaguely Bill heard a knock on the door and opened one eye sleepily. Charlie's voice came through,
sounding somewhat muffled: "Oi, Bill? You awake?"
Bill rolled over, pulling the thick blankets up over his head. "No," he mumbled incoherently into his
pillow.
"Bill?" Another tap on the door.
He propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, I'm up." He promptly collapsed back onto his pillows,
fighting the urge to go to sleep again.
"Good. You've got an owl. I think it's from Egypt."
"Oh, fun. Gimme a sec' to wake up." He sat up, bunching the blankets up around him and pushing the long
red mess that was his hair out of his face. It was WAY too early for him to be awake. What time was it,
anyway? Had to be earlier than seven...The clock on the wall indicated that in reality it was nearly
noon. Bill sighed. Why was he always so tired?
*I did have a good time last night, though,* he thought vaguely, pulling on a ragged pair of jeans and
shirt. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, he stifled a yawn and tried to shake off the groggy
feeling that always accompanies sleeping late. *Wonder if I'll see her again?*
The lobby was full of bored-looking teenagers, a few slumped in the squashy chairs, and a few more
leaning against the walls, looking as if they could doze off at any moment. Bill headed to the front
desk, where the same woman was still standing, looking slightly annoyed at having her beautifully
decorated lobby invaded by rowdy seventeen-year-olds. "What can I do yeh fo', sir?"
"Uhm..." What was it again? It was too early... "Oh, yeah...I have an owl?"
"Name?"
"Bill Weasley."
"There's a message for a William Weasley--'s that you?"
Bill cringed. "Yes," he muttered, making a mental note to strangle Diana when he got to Egypt.
Diana was Bill's partner in curse-breaking. Short, copper-haired, and cynical, she was a force to be
reckoned with. Plus, she was American--specifically a New Yorker. So she had a serious attitude. And
constantly amused herself by mocking him about his so-called "fancy" first name, and his "prissy"
accent.
Taking Diana's letter with him over to one of the few unoccupied chairs, he sat down, slinging one long
leg over the armrest.
***(this is separates the letter, 'kay? Just 'til I learn to do italics...)
Dearest William,
How art thee?
Our dear chieftess insists that you make an appearance. After all, you've been gone for a good three
days--a definite no-no. You know how her highness gets when you go on family vacations...
***
Yes, Bill knew. Isis Abran was the head of their "department." She basically gave them the maps to the
tombs and bossed them around a lot.
***
You're supposed to come back sometime before tomorrow afternoon. If you wake up in time to read this
letter, anyway. Knowing you, you won't. Hey, I tried...
So come back, okay? Come on, like you actually WANT to spend time with your family? You aren't fooling
anyone...Even YOU aren't THAT sappy...
Fare thee well,
~Di
***
Bill groaned. *Egypt? Now? But Ron just graduated...* And somewhere in the back of his mind he resented
her statement that he wouldn't want to spend time with his family...They were all right, really...
"What's that?"
Bill looked up to see Ginny bending over his shoulder, looking curious. "Oh, no, d'you have to go back?
But it's Ron's graduation! We were going to have a party tonight! You can't leave..."
Well now he felt MUCH better... "Ginny, I can't help it--you know that. It's Abran. She's awful. She
doesn't get it. I'll see if I can't stay one more night, but I dunno..."
Ginny heaved a great sigh, nodded, and just stood silently. When she didn't leave after a moment, Bill
raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on..."
"I never get to see you! Why can't you come home for a bit? Why d'you have to go to work?"
*Oh, no...The little sister guilt-trip...* "Ginny, it's how I help support the family, and--"
"But it's not fair! Charlie doesn't have to leave!"
"Charlie doesn't have a boss," Bill reminded her. "He chases dragons." Ginny pouted, but said nothing.
Bill sighed again. "Look, maybe I can stay. I'll have to check, though."
Ginny crossed her skinny little arms and sighed again. "Fine. Mum won't be happy, you know..."
Bill shrugged, refraining from saying, "Mum's never happy about anything when it comes to my life, is
she?" even though it was true. From his earring to the fact that he didn't work in the ministry, Molly
had a slight disapproval for everything he did. Granted, he'd been Head Boy at school, and earned a
decent living, and she knew that was good...But still...If he could have been more like his FATHER...
He stood from his chair, stuffing the letter in his pocket, and borrowed a quill and parchment from the
front desk. Scribbling a quick note back to Diana, he asked permission to stay one more night, thinking
that, even if Abran said no, he'd do it anyway.
********************************************************************************************************
Well, it didn't quite work that way.
That evening found him walking down the narrow streets of Wizarding Cairo, thinking hostile thoughts. He
was missing the graduation party. He'd left his family again, after a mere THREE DAYS with them. As much
as they drove him nuts, they WERE his family, and he DID want to see them occasionally, and for more
than just a few days.
Coming up on the snowy-white marble building, he stopped in his tracks at the foot of the steps. Why
should he? Why shouldn't he merely take a portkey back to England, stick around with his family for a
few days, and maybe get to KNOW Ginny, his sister, who was so young he never even had spent more than
the summers with her, back when he'd been at school. She'd been a baby then, too young to have a real
personality. He'd graduated when she was six, and begun work immediately afterwards. It had been nearly
a decade, and he STILL didn't know what her favorite color was...
He sighed. His family needed the money, with or without Charlie, Percy, and his Dad working. He helped
support his family with this job. So, with one last depressed sigh, he climbed the stairs to the front
doors, and was bowed in by a goblin, even this late in the evening. He offered a half-smile to the
creature, who acknowledged it with a curt nod.
He stalked through the empty lobby, trying to keep the barrage of insults he was planning on setting
loose on Abran under control. He didn't need to be SACKED after all this...
Stepping into the office, he immediately swallowed all comments he'd had earlier. Abran was sitting at
her desk, looking as sour as ever, while Diana was standing nearby talking to--
"Sarah?"
A/N: Yeah, this was totally and completely pointless. I know. Please don't flame me for it. I am totally
aware that this was complete crapola. This is fluffiness, just to establish Bill's character. *cringes*
I know it sucks. No, I'm not fishing for compliments, Robyn, it does suck. Utterly.
BTW~ I heard from Star Gazer that someone nominated Fa A Bhialainn Ann for best series! Woo-hoo! Though,
I don't think it's as good as A Year To Remember. But, whoever nominated it, please let me know who you
are so I can faithfully read and review your fics (nicely, of course) forever.
Sorry. Done babbling now. If you absolutely hated it, don't review and wait for the next part, which
will not be NEARLY as crappy as this. 'Kay?
Buh-bye.
~Veralidaine
others, but still fairly pointless. Okay--REALLY pointless. Basically, he goes to Egypt. Yep. And feels
guilty about leaving during a family event.
I do believe I've got a plotline, but I'm not quite sure yet. As I said, this was one of my famous one-
part wonders that I created out of boredom this past summer. So gimme time, 'kay? Kay.
Oh, and once again, I still have NO CLUE as to how to do italics, so you're going to have to endure
thoughts being between *'s again. Sorry 'bout that. It's all I can do, unless one of you kind reviewers
will tell me how...(hint! hint!)
Curse Breakers
Chapter Three:
by Veralidaine
Vaguely Bill heard a knock on the door and opened one eye sleepily. Charlie's voice came through,
sounding somewhat muffled: "Oi, Bill? You awake?"
Bill rolled over, pulling the thick blankets up over his head. "No," he mumbled incoherently into his
pillow.
"Bill?" Another tap on the door.
He propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, I'm up." He promptly collapsed back onto his pillows,
fighting the urge to go to sleep again.
"Good. You've got an owl. I think it's from Egypt."
"Oh, fun. Gimme a sec' to wake up." He sat up, bunching the blankets up around him and pushing the long
red mess that was his hair out of his face. It was WAY too early for him to be awake. What time was it,
anyway? Had to be earlier than seven...The clock on the wall indicated that in reality it was nearly
noon. Bill sighed. Why was he always so tired?
*I did have a good time last night, though,* he thought vaguely, pulling on a ragged pair of jeans and
shirt. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, he stifled a yawn and tried to shake off the groggy
feeling that always accompanies sleeping late. *Wonder if I'll see her again?*
The lobby was full of bored-looking teenagers, a few slumped in the squashy chairs, and a few more
leaning against the walls, looking as if they could doze off at any moment. Bill headed to the front
desk, where the same woman was still standing, looking slightly annoyed at having her beautifully
decorated lobby invaded by rowdy seventeen-year-olds. "What can I do yeh fo', sir?"
"Uhm..." What was it again? It was too early... "Oh, yeah...I have an owl?"
"Name?"
"Bill Weasley."
"There's a message for a William Weasley--'s that you?"
Bill cringed. "Yes," he muttered, making a mental note to strangle Diana when he got to Egypt.
Diana was Bill's partner in curse-breaking. Short, copper-haired, and cynical, she was a force to be
reckoned with. Plus, she was American--specifically a New Yorker. So she had a serious attitude. And
constantly amused herself by mocking him about his so-called "fancy" first name, and his "prissy"
accent.
Taking Diana's letter with him over to one of the few unoccupied chairs, he sat down, slinging one long
leg over the armrest.
***(this is separates the letter, 'kay? Just 'til I learn to do italics...)
Dearest William,
How art thee?
Our dear chieftess insists that you make an appearance. After all, you've been gone for a good three
days--a definite no-no. You know how her highness gets when you go on family vacations...
***
Yes, Bill knew. Isis Abran was the head of their "department." She basically gave them the maps to the
tombs and bossed them around a lot.
***
You're supposed to come back sometime before tomorrow afternoon. If you wake up in time to read this
letter, anyway. Knowing you, you won't. Hey, I tried...
So come back, okay? Come on, like you actually WANT to spend time with your family? You aren't fooling
anyone...Even YOU aren't THAT sappy...
Fare thee well,
~Di
***
Bill groaned. *Egypt? Now? But Ron just graduated...* And somewhere in the back of his mind he resented
her statement that he wouldn't want to spend time with his family...They were all right, really...
"What's that?"
Bill looked up to see Ginny bending over his shoulder, looking curious. "Oh, no, d'you have to go back?
But it's Ron's graduation! We were going to have a party tonight! You can't leave..."
Well now he felt MUCH better... "Ginny, I can't help it--you know that. It's Abran. She's awful. She
doesn't get it. I'll see if I can't stay one more night, but I dunno..."
Ginny heaved a great sigh, nodded, and just stood silently. When she didn't leave after a moment, Bill
raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on..."
"I never get to see you! Why can't you come home for a bit? Why d'you have to go to work?"
*Oh, no...The little sister guilt-trip...* "Ginny, it's how I help support the family, and--"
"But it's not fair! Charlie doesn't have to leave!"
"Charlie doesn't have a boss," Bill reminded her. "He chases dragons." Ginny pouted, but said nothing.
Bill sighed again. "Look, maybe I can stay. I'll have to check, though."
Ginny crossed her skinny little arms and sighed again. "Fine. Mum won't be happy, you know..."
Bill shrugged, refraining from saying, "Mum's never happy about anything when it comes to my life, is
she?" even though it was true. From his earring to the fact that he didn't work in the ministry, Molly
had a slight disapproval for everything he did. Granted, he'd been Head Boy at school, and earned a
decent living, and she knew that was good...But still...If he could have been more like his FATHER...
He stood from his chair, stuffing the letter in his pocket, and borrowed a quill and parchment from the
front desk. Scribbling a quick note back to Diana, he asked permission to stay one more night, thinking
that, even if Abran said no, he'd do it anyway.
********************************************************************************************************
Well, it didn't quite work that way.
That evening found him walking down the narrow streets of Wizarding Cairo, thinking hostile thoughts. He
was missing the graduation party. He'd left his family again, after a mere THREE DAYS with them. As much
as they drove him nuts, they WERE his family, and he DID want to see them occasionally, and for more
than just a few days.
Coming up on the snowy-white marble building, he stopped in his tracks at the foot of the steps. Why
should he? Why shouldn't he merely take a portkey back to England, stick around with his family for a
few days, and maybe get to KNOW Ginny, his sister, who was so young he never even had spent more than
the summers with her, back when he'd been at school. She'd been a baby then, too young to have a real
personality. He'd graduated when she was six, and begun work immediately afterwards. It had been nearly
a decade, and he STILL didn't know what her favorite color was...
He sighed. His family needed the money, with or without Charlie, Percy, and his Dad working. He helped
support his family with this job. So, with one last depressed sigh, he climbed the stairs to the front
doors, and was bowed in by a goblin, even this late in the evening. He offered a half-smile to the
creature, who acknowledged it with a curt nod.
He stalked through the empty lobby, trying to keep the barrage of insults he was planning on setting
loose on Abran under control. He didn't need to be SACKED after all this...
Stepping into the office, he immediately swallowed all comments he'd had earlier. Abran was sitting at
her desk, looking as sour as ever, while Diana was standing nearby talking to--
"Sarah?"
A/N: Yeah, this was totally and completely pointless. I know. Please don't flame me for it. I am totally
aware that this was complete crapola. This is fluffiness, just to establish Bill's character. *cringes*
I know it sucks. No, I'm not fishing for compliments, Robyn, it does suck. Utterly.
BTW~ I heard from Star Gazer that someone nominated Fa A Bhialainn Ann for best series! Woo-hoo! Though,
I don't think it's as good as A Year To Remember. But, whoever nominated it, please let me know who you
are so I can faithfully read and review your fics (nicely, of course) forever.
Sorry. Done babbling now. If you absolutely hated it, don't review and wait for the next part, which
will not be NEARLY as crappy as this. 'Kay?
Buh-bye.
~Veralidaine