w is for withholding…
"Bill, look me in the eyes and tell me what is on your mind," Fleur said. She wasn't one to shout, but her tone told Bill that if it had to, she would start to scream. "Bill, you're not telling me something. I can tell when you're withholding information from me. The look in your eyes gives it away."
Bill looked into Fleur's blue eyes, a desperate plea occupying her dark blue irises.
"Just come out and say it!" she yelled, tears welling in her eyes.
"Fine. Your sister, Gabrielle, she died today. She was trying to figure out how to counter a curse, and it was too strong for her," Bill said, recounting her death. Fleur took one look at his eyes and burst into tears, falling into his arms.
This was why he was withholding that information. He couldn't stand to see her like this. Not now, not ever. All it did was leave him broken inside.