Disclaimer: If you believe me to be the writer of the original canon I
would say you have your wires crossed. I am not and will never be J.K
Rowling.
Bill stared off into space- a bad idea when the Order meeting was in full swing, now that they were the designated 'clean up crew' after the war had ended. Though he wasn't thinking about the war, the death or destruction a genocidic Voldemort had caused. So what or who was he thinking of? Months ago Holly Edmunds had walked into his life and straight out but not out of his head. How could one sunny June day still haunt his memories well into a cloudy December? For the last six months she had not left his mind and his family and fellow Order members had twigged something with him was up, especially when they saw him staring into blank space moving his lips not saying a word out loud.
"Bill! Bill!" Charlie snapped "Wha...?" Bill slurred dragging himself out of his daydream. "Meetings over, time to go!" Bill looked at his watch "Whoa it's nearly midnight!" Charlie looked at Bill rolling his eyes "Duh, what do you think Tonks was complaining about? It costs to get into her fave club now" "Right" Bill looked less confused and more cheerful at the thought of being left alone without the overbearing worriers (also known as his family) thinking the world was going to crash if he wasn't his old self B.W (Before War).
Opening his apartment's front door he was greeted by silence and darkness, nothing out of the ordinary for him. He switched on the light. Electricity ran though his home thanks to his fathers love of all things Muggle he decided to indulge on a whim and live eccentrically; a half-life of the muggle-wizard cross over that many of his peers had shunned due to their restrictive upbringing purely on magic. He did this 'just to be different'. Which was alright because none of his other siblings had thought to do this for themselves besides him, being that the trio of his brother Ron and his two best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were still finishing up their education' probably worried about N.E.W.Ts already' he thought of Hermione a highly strung girl who was obsessed about her and others grades.
Bill walked toward his fridge intent on finding something edible in it. "Hmm maybe I have some left over Chinese from last night" he spoke into the empty apartment as he dug around the fridge and finding some very suspicious green stuff. 'Meh, I'll clean tomorrow' he thought pushing it to the side finding the Chinese. Falling into his saggy spring riddled chair he kicked off his heavy boots to warm his toes in front of the heater and he used the chopsticks he found with the food to feed himself, almost comatose as he thought of the girl he had given a lift to Little Whining, Surrey one sunny day in June. 'Ugh, I have to get up' he thought as he pushed down on the arms of the chair as he climbed to his feet the springs groaned as he stretched his back yawning as he trudged off to be. It definitely was not his favourite thing to do he was thinking as he wished all the little evil ones could go all top each other so he and the rest of the order could go back to their day jobs. He was itching to get back to the curse breaking and treasure hunting that had eluded him in the last few years because of the war and it was his passion not the idiotic paper pushing he had to do because he needed to be 'on call' for the order in case any 'emergencies' arose while no-one else was available. He sighed as he turned off the lights as he walked thinking of ways he could get back to Egypt, 'But what about Holly?' a little niggling voice whispered to him in the back of his mind. He couldn't push it away as he fell asleep thinking again of Holly and whether he would give up Egypt just for a shot of being with her.
Bill stared off into space- a bad idea when the Order meeting was in full swing, now that they were the designated 'clean up crew' after the war had ended. Though he wasn't thinking about the war, the death or destruction a genocidic Voldemort had caused. So what or who was he thinking of? Months ago Holly Edmunds had walked into his life and straight out but not out of his head. How could one sunny June day still haunt his memories well into a cloudy December? For the last six months she had not left his mind and his family and fellow Order members had twigged something with him was up, especially when they saw him staring into blank space moving his lips not saying a word out loud.
"Bill! Bill!" Charlie snapped "Wha...?" Bill slurred dragging himself out of his daydream. "Meetings over, time to go!" Bill looked at his watch "Whoa it's nearly midnight!" Charlie looked at Bill rolling his eyes "Duh, what do you think Tonks was complaining about? It costs to get into her fave club now" "Right" Bill looked less confused and more cheerful at the thought of being left alone without the overbearing worriers (also known as his family) thinking the world was going to crash if he wasn't his old self B.W (Before War).
Opening his apartment's front door he was greeted by silence and darkness, nothing out of the ordinary for him. He switched on the light. Electricity ran though his home thanks to his fathers love of all things Muggle he decided to indulge on a whim and live eccentrically; a half-life of the muggle-wizard cross over that many of his peers had shunned due to their restrictive upbringing purely on magic. He did this 'just to be different'. Which was alright because none of his other siblings had thought to do this for themselves besides him, being that the trio of his brother Ron and his two best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were still finishing up their education' probably worried about N.E.W.Ts already' he thought of Hermione a highly strung girl who was obsessed about her and others grades.
Bill walked toward his fridge intent on finding something edible in it. "Hmm maybe I have some left over Chinese from last night" he spoke into the empty apartment as he dug around the fridge and finding some very suspicious green stuff. 'Meh, I'll clean tomorrow' he thought pushing it to the side finding the Chinese. Falling into his saggy spring riddled chair he kicked off his heavy boots to warm his toes in front of the heater and he used the chopsticks he found with the food to feed himself, almost comatose as he thought of the girl he had given a lift to Little Whining, Surrey one sunny day in June. 'Ugh, I have to get up' he thought as he pushed down on the arms of the chair as he climbed to his feet the springs groaned as he stretched his back yawning as he trudged off to be. It definitely was not his favourite thing to do he was thinking as he wished all the little evil ones could go all top each other so he and the rest of the order could go back to their day jobs. He was itching to get back to the curse breaking and treasure hunting that had eluded him in the last few years because of the war and it was his passion not the idiotic paper pushing he had to do because he needed to be 'on call' for the order in case any 'emergencies' arose while no-one else was available. He sighed as he turned off the lights as he walked thinking of ways he could get back to Egypt, 'But what about Holly?' a little niggling voice whispered to him in the back of his mind. He couldn't push it away as he fell asleep thinking again of Holly and whether he would give up Egypt just for a shot of being with her.