Twenty-five. Political scientist. PhD student. Part time fanfic author. Slightly obsessed with The Avengers, and has an unhealthy relationship with Diet Coke, popcorn, and my laptop.
Watching a WW2 documentary and one of the men who fought in the war said, “I hadn’t even fired a gun before, hadn’t gone hunting unlike the Southerners in my outfit. I didn’t know if I could even kill.”
I wonder how many men had thoughts like that?
Of all the Weasley boys, Bill was the one who pulled people in. He was the baby who got the most compliments from strangers, the kid who got the most play dates, and the son who got the most gifts from relatives on holidays. His mother strongly suspected he would have gotten the most girls as well, if he’d really wanted to be that kind of teenage boy, but he didn’t. Because he was Bill.
There had been an awful lot of fretting after the encounter with Fenrir, even once that first full moon had passed with Bill locked up in the basement of Shell Cottage. He and Fleur had laughed themselves into tearful hysterics when she’d taken the security and fortification spells off the door and he was absolutely fine. Breathing never came so easy. This was the end of their werewolf troubles, thank Merlin. Besides coming around to Fleur’s magnificent steak tartare, he would stay the same old Bill. It felt almost boring. (Something he would only confess to Fleur, because what a ridiculous complaint that was.)
But the thing they don’t tell you about scars is that, with alarming speed, you forget about their existence. Even the ones bestowed upon you by a psychopathic werewolf. So it wasn’t until after the war ended, after life settled into this strange normal where there were dead brothers and new babies and a person could venture back into the world again, that it began to creep up on him.
At first, he was sure he was going a bit mad. That had to be it. He would smile tightly (tightly because all the scar tissue never loosened its grip), and other people (clerks, shopkeepers, old ladies on the street) would smile tightly back, but it wouldn’t reach their eyes, because they’d be too busy looking around nervously for an escape. Bill had never made people nervous before. He was the Weasley who brought calm. This wasn’t him at all.
But where once the shoulders of Gringotts clients would sag in relief at the sight of him and all his humanness, they awkwardly ignored him now. Better the inscrutable goblin you know, than the possibly infected mauled-by-a-werewolf guy you don’t. And Bill got it. He understood. But he was also Bill Weasley, the smart guy, the laid back guy, the guy you wanted to know. He wasn’t some carved up thing Fenrir had left behind. So he practiced turning on the charm a bit more, smiling but not twisting his features too much, jumping to introduce himself and be friendly and nice and pleasant, not relying on what was once natural social magnetism. It was like learning a whole new kind of disarming spell.
And it worked, but not always. The first time a fellow Hogwarts parent avoided touching him and outright flinched when Fleur called them out, Bill felt it anyway. That small hitch in his gut, like a fish hook, tugging, tugging. Because he was Bill. And now he looked mean and scary and not the kind of person you wanted to know.
And yes, Fleur was good-looking enough for the both of them. And yes, there were greater losses in this world. But he was Bill Weasley. And that once meant something else.
no seriously let’s lay this all out
- Sansa starts the series at eleven years old and is currently thirteen
- She is currently the successor to Winterfell, the Lady of Casterly Rock, in line for Riverrun and near to becoming the ruler of the Eyrie
- She managed to trick her abusive fiancé, who was the king into not killing someone
- She survived over a year in kings landing whilst three of her family members died and three others had to run away believed dead
- She stayed strong and polite around those who killed her family, whilst slipping in some subtle insults
- She has managed to get some of the best fighters in Westeros on her side including Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth and Sandor Clegane
- All whilst remaining good and kind and compassionate
But no do keep telling us how naive and bad at the game she is