Post by Bill Weasley on Sept 13, 2005 0:07:18 GMT
Bill Weasley sat at the bar in the Three Broomsticks nursing the same firewhiskey he was an hour ago. Bill was never much of a drinker, but he did find himself reaching for the bottle more and more. Times were dark, and there were people he worried about. Mom and Dad where taking their lives in their hands every other night, Fleur was nagging him to drop this dangerous work, and his brother and sister were always within an arm's reach of danger. He could still here Fleur's words echo in his head as he had left work today. Bill, dis' werk is dangerous. I miss you and don't want to see you hurt! He knew that he wasn't giving her the attention she deserved, but she had to understand that their were some things worth fighting for.
Pushing the shot glass away, he ordered a glass of gillywater and hoped that some of the order members would show up. He had seen several of them in the small town earlier yesterday, and had been wondering if they were checking out the many alleyways and buildings for any wrongdoing. Of course, it wasn't like a Death Eater would be brewing a potion in the middle of the street, but he felt that by just being there he could prevent another disaster like Diagon Alley or what happened on the Hogwarts Express.
Pushing the shot glass away, he ordered a glass of gillywater and hoped that some of the order members would show up. He had seen several of them in the small town earlier yesterday, and had been wondering if they were checking out the many alleyways and buildings for any wrongdoing. Of course, it wasn't like a Death Eater would be brewing a potion in the middle of the street, but he felt that by just being there he could prevent another disaster like Diagon Alley or what happened on the Hogwarts Express.
