Happy birthday, Becca! I hope your day is beautiful and amazing, just like you! Enjoy your day, ily
Lifting my love
Anselmet was at his wit's end with his friend, and he was ready to punch him in the face. Not that he was usually violent, but Bill Weasley tended to make him go all crazy.
"For the love of Ra, just enter the goddamned lift! Nothing is going to happen! It's just a lift!" Anselmet yelled and regretted it as soon as he saw people looking at him and his idiotic friend. "Don't make me push you into it; you know I would do it."
Bill looked a little green, but Anselmet wasn't going to let that stop him. They had a meeting on the top floor, and since they couldn't Apparate in the building, the lift was the best solution.
"Do I have to?" Bill whined, and Anselmet glared at him. "It's just… I'd prefer to walk all these stairs instead of entering this metal box of death."
Anselmet pinched the bridge of his nose, praying to every god he knew for patience, or he would hex Bill right here right now. Pushing the button for the lift, Anselmet looked at Bill from the corner of his eye, who was sweating over the fact that he would need to use the lift.
Anselmet knew Bill was trying to escape, but he wasn't going to blame the redhead. He knew what it was like to have to face his fears, but they still had a job to do. Anselmet waited until there was only a blonde woman waiting with them to enter the lift. He hoped that with fewer people inside, Bill wouldn't be so afraid.
"Look, Bill, it's just you, me, and the pretty girl in the lift. Everything will be alright," Anselmet whispered in Bill's ear, trying not to let the girl overhear him. "Take a deep breath. It's going to be over soon."
Bill nodded and did as Anselmet had instructed. Breathing deeply, he stared at his feet and walked into the lift. Anselmet waited for the girl to enter before he joined them and pressed the button for the sixteenth floor.
Everything was going fine; Bill wasn't fainting, the blonde seemed to be in her own world, and Anselmet was watching the numbers change slowly.
But when they reached the ninth floor, a loud clang sounded… and the lift stopped moving.
"Oh, Merlin, what happened? What was that noise? We're going to die here, aren't we? I knew it! I'm too young to die!" Bill wailed , and the blonde glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. Bill continued crying, "I don't want to die here! Oh, Merlin, my mum is going to lose it!"
"Is he always like this?" the blonde asked in a heavy French accent. Anselmet could only nod while he watched Bill losing his mind. The girl shook her head and murmured, "Mon dieu, what a nutcase."
"Oh, you have no idea!" Anselmet replied with a smirk, which made the girl smile at him. "I'm Anselmet, by the way."
"Fleur. Nice to meet you," Fleur said with a smile. Both of them ignored Bill crouching and wheezing in the corner. "Do you think it's going to take long for them to get us out of here? I have a meeting with Director Bones."
"We too have a meeting with Director Bones!" Anselmet said with a winning smile, making Fleur blush a little. Bill let out a strange shriek that hurt Anselmet's ears. He whirled around and said, "Oh, for the love of Seth, stop crying, Bill! We aren't going to die here. The lift is only stuck."
"You don't know that! I can feel Death coming for me. Tell my mum that I was brave," Bill said, grabbing his heart, continuing to hyperventilate.
"If you're so afraid of the lift, why did you enter one?" Fleur asked, crouching next to Bill, who didn't even look at her. "Why didn't you take the stairs?"
"Because Ansel is an ass and made me do it!" Bill whined, making Anselmet roll his eyes. "If I'm going to die, I'm glad to be surrounded by angels like you."
Fleur blushed. Anselmet thought he was in a fucking romantic comedy—not that he was complaining, as Bill and he'd had sexual tension between them for ages. But it was interesting to see how Fleur was reacting to them.
"Don't be such a baby. You know this was the fastest way to get to our meeting," Anselmet replied with a huff. He smiled when Bill's breathing became less laboured. "Good to see that you're back to normal."
"I just needed to look at someone pretty who wasn't you," Bill deadpanned, which made Anselmet and Fleur both laugh at him. "Of course the lift would stop working. It couldn't handle all this beauty."
Anselmet and Fleur both blushed at what Bill had said; it wasn't the first time Anselmet had thought how cute Bill was, but honestly, he was a little startled to realise that he thought Fleur was cute too.
"If we leave this death box alive, I'd like to take you on a date. Both of you," Bill said with an intensity that made Anselmet blink twice. Anselmet was glad that Bill had stopped hyperventilating for the moment. "I think we should go to that restaurant that opened in Diagon Alley."
Anselmet had never imagined that it would be Bill who would ask him out; he had always thought that he would have to ask Bill out himself. He was glad that Bill had somehow managed to ask both him and Fleur on a date at the same time.
"I never thought that this was going to happen when I entered this lift, but I'm not complaining." Fleur smiled at both of them before biting her lip. "I'm in if you both are."
Bill looked at Anselmet with his big puppy eyes, like he was waiting for an answer; Anselmet just rolled his eyes before chuckling to himself. "I think we're going to be stuck in this lift for a little while, but I don't see why we can't go on our date after our reunion."
Bill celebrated and Fleur laughed, while Anselmet couldn't believe his luck right now. He was going on a date with two gorgeous people and he could only hope that the future would bring them even closer.
Who knew that all it would take for his love life to change was a broken lift?
