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It was quite a difference, having the island replaced by the streets of Victorian London, but Bill was enjoying the change. It was almost like going home for a bit - not quite, as London was a Muggle city, but it was surely closer in comparison than the island on a normal day. It was a bit like going to a familiar place but back in time, and yet, ( Read more... ) -
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[dated to Jan 6]
His shift wasn't until tomorrow, and Bill had only intended to go into the kitchen to get a bit of something for lunch, but somehow that had turned into him planning out dinners for the next several weeks ( Read more... ) -
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Mailbox for Bill Weasley! -
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Bill Weasley - Bid for Island Council -
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Valentine's Day
Bill hadn't planned on doing anything in particular for Valentine's Day; that is, until his conversation with Morgan. It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, asking her on a date, but in Bill's experience spur of the moment things often turned out to be rather brilliant. And as it turned out, it was a good thing he'd been on the main island ( Read more... ) -
Plotting Between the Lines Meme
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. ( Read more... ) -
dated to December 13th
Bill didn't really mind the cold, having grown up in a place where it was a somewhat regular occurrence, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the chance to be out of it and warm. He certainly took plenty of opportunity to be out in it, enjoying their one month a year of snow. For now, though, he was in the compound kitchen, bundled into a ( Read more... ) -
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Running her fingers the length of his spine, she smiled to herself before slipping off the offending dress, squeezing out her dripping hair in it, and hanging it over a chair on the porch so not to track more water in than necessary. She toed off her soaked slippers and left those beside the door, before slipping past Bill with ( Read more... )