Limerance - HP Various x (Y/N)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟚 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥

"Lovely weather, isn't it?"

(Y/n) spoke up, noticing his presence without turning her back. Her swift hands worked away at the petite bundle of nature, seeming too focused on making it as perfect as possible. The tiny thorns were starting to make little bruises on her skin but she didn't mind one bit. There was nothing else to do anyway.

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(Y/N) had been out all day, everyone clueless about her whereabouts. She liked being alone sometimes - so no one really bothered her unless something was certainly important. However, today was absolutely boring - there really was nothing new to do and the people in this household were doing whatever necessary.

So this gloomy afternoon, she decided to make flower crowns just to let time fly by. She read some books in the morning, ran around and talked to the ducks, explored what there is to explore, and now she was here. Gathering a bunch of carefully picked lilies of her favorite color with a few small white flower buds to match. Piecing them together.

She sat quietly, her legs laid out neatly in front of her, her eyes occasionally darting to her handiwork. The tranquil water body laid out before her gave her a feeling of peace, something she rarely ever felt but longed for. This was obviously one of her favorite spots out of everything else.

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Bill Weasley went stiff. He wasn't expecting to be called out as soon as he set his foot onto the dark green grass. But he replied either way, "...Yes..lovely."  

Everyone knew he wasn't much of an open book. A man of few words would also be what they always say. Truth to be told, he was surprised. It was rare for someone to actually try to strike a conversation. No one wanted to 'mess with him' - whatever that meant. 

He brought his palms to his lips as he blew air into them - a feeble attempt at warming himself up. Then he tucked his pale hands into the pockets of his long black coat, shivering a little. The weather was quite windy and gray but it was just how he liked it.

He loved going on walks in this particular kind of atmosphere - it was something he usually did at his boarding school. The wind blew against his luscious red locks, which ended at the middle of his back, and he watched them flicker in and out of his sight.

Bill had originally came out to look at how things were like since his departure but he wasn't quite expecting to see (Y/n) sitting under the huge oak tree, by the inky lake. He used to love watching little movements of the water of this very loch, watching the reflection of the clouds that passed by too - feeling serene by doing so.

Anyway, back to the point. He wasn't looking forward to running into her at all. There was this nagging voice in his mind that always screamed out about how everyone would be afraid of him once they get to know him and it was extremely irritating.

So, he figured he'd just avoid her during her entire visit but no, fate just had to let them meet. He could leave right now if he wanted to. But he wasn't sure what was making him stay either.

The Weasley squinted at the sky, watching some crows flew about, waiting and waiting before glancing back at the younger girl. He tried to tell if she would like to initiate whatever it was that she needed. Perhaps she wanted something from him?

"Come. Sit by me," the girl patted the spot next to her before going back to her work.

Bill raised a brow and watched her actions with a slight tilt of his head - not quite sure how to react. Sit by her? That was far from what he had expected. He thought about silently leaving her to whatever she was doing but then: