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[leplusbeau]

Fleur is.

Well.

She hasn't cried yet.

It's been almost two days.

She remembered to eat because the babies started kicking, and she has to. She has other things and. She really wishes she could smoke or drink right about now.

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[bill_weasley]

As word arrives of death after senseless death, Bill grows more and more resigned. There's been no word of either Lurline or Gabrielle and he's caught: he wants to go looking but he doesn't -- won't -- leave his wife behind and she's in no shape to travel. This, he thinks, would be the time for a strong family round them but everybody's too consumed with their own things, his own brothers and sister included.

There's nothing he can do.

For what feels like the hundredth time, he turns to Fleur and opens his mouth to start talking but words simply don't want to make an appearance. Finally, though, he coaxes them out from somewhere deep inside.

"Do you want me to go look for them?"

His hand moves from her tummy to her shoulder to her hair: sitting still is not in his nature.

Neither, however, is fighting in a war.

[leplusbeau]

She looks up, finally.

"If you go, I am going."

[bill_weasley]

It's her family: were the situation reversed, he'd do the exact same thing. "We go by Muggle transportation, though. No more Apparating. We don't want to risk anything happening to you or the twins."

No one knows, he thinks. No one even knows they're having twins; they've not had time to tell anyone yet.

"Paris. We can go by train or by ferry. Start there, at your mum's house, and see if we can pick up a scent at all. They could simply have gone into hiding, love."

It's a hope, albeit a desperate one.

[leplusbeau]

Fleur clutches tight to his shirt front, and hides her face in his shoulder. Because they have to be all right, they are just...out. They missed the attacks in Paris and.

She pulls back and cradles Bill's face between her hands before she kisses him.

"Thank you."