p is for pensive…
Fleur Weasley had been staring at her dinner for half an hour now, with a pensive look on her face. She was deep in thought, Bill could tell, but about what, he didn't know.
"Fleur, darling, what's on your mind?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said, stirring her salad around with her fork, still looking distant, as if she was wondering what was going on somewhere else.
"Fleur, tell me, please. Maybe I can help," he asked.
"I'm just worried. Worried about the aftermath of that war. It was so huge, so many people dead, I just can't bear to think about it," she responded.
"Just remember that we still have each other, and that's the best thing that I could have," he said, hugging her.
"Me too."