( un: odile )

[lissomely]

Are there places to dance in this year and timeline? I'm not precisely trained to do much else.

Well, there's sex, but selling that seems generally frowned upon.


If you know the name Fleur, we should talk.

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[lissomely]

It's dangerous just living here, being what I am.

[ part creature, and obviously so for anyone even remotely familiar with veela. they tend to be slightly more acceptable, being considered near-humans and also beautiful, but that doesn't mean voldemort likes them any more than he does any other non-human.

he reaches out, snagging his father's wrist as bill paces, squeezing the slim bones beneath his fingers. ] We have to do something, don't we? We can't just.. leave things like this.

[cottaged]

[ Of course. Fleur's children would have Fleur's heritage along with her beauty. He'll have to be extra careful not to let the Ministry get their evil hands on Louis, or any of them should Victoire or-- Dominique, was it?-- arrive.

He's stopped in his pacing as Louis reaches out to grab his wrist. He freezes, exhaling deeply before moving to stand in front of Louis, placing his wand down on the desk and cupping Louis' face with his hands. Looking his son dead in the eye, he promises, ] I won't let them touch you. Any of you.

This timeline is broken. I think it's up to us displaced to fix it. Maybe... [ He takes a deep breath. ] Maybe we were pulled here for a reason. There's something grander at work here, and if we're going to return to our times-- to the right times, we're going to have to fight.

[lissomely]

[ the thought of this turning into another sort of war is enough to make nausea curl in his stomach, but naturally, nothing shows on louis's face safe for a sort of distant concern. he lifts his hands to his father's wrists, squeezing them gently. ]

I'll be okay, Dad, and I'll do whatever needs to be done.

[ whatever he has to do. the thought of living forever here like this, with things so wrong, is too horrifying to contemplate. ]

[cottaged]

I know you will.

[ Gryffindor or Slytherin, there's no way that Louis was a child of Fleur and didn't inherit her tenacity to thrive in the face of trouble. Bill pulls Louis into another hug, just holding him close to his chest as his mind races, trying to think, trying to plan ahead. ]

They've set up a village for the displaced, near Hogsmeade. Hopefully, there ought to be enough displaced there that we can slip by unnoticed and they'll assume we've registered.