5. December: Bill / Fleur
2007
"So now you is beautiful in a Rei'e. Before your father. Dominique, would you please läscheln? This will be a fun map. "Fleur looked at her six year old daughter encouragingly. In response Dominique twisted her face into a grimace. "Dominique!" Fleur put his hands in her hips. "Would you please do what you said and severally abe!" Dominique stubbornly folded his arms over his chest.
Fleur looked helplessly at their Man who put as much enthusiasm in the day as his youngest daughter. He tried to suppress a yawn, hoping that his wife would not see it, but she knew him too well. She rolled her eyes and looked at her two other children. Victoire looked very happy, but she threw herself on every camera that they saw. Louis was not even particularly thrilled, but he would make her a joy and had a polite smile on their face.
Fleur sighed. "The more you will take Eusch refuses, the longer it" threatened them. Bill seemed to contribute to this argument, but Dominique seemed today to be particularly stubborn to do.
"Mum, why do we have to make such a crap? No one I know makes such a crappy photo for their Christmas cards. "She complained.
Fleur took a sharp. Dominique's eyes widened and she opened a hand over her mouth. "Nadine Dominique Weasley, what ast 'you just say?" She took a step toward her and she glared at her.
"Nothing," she mumbled sheepishly and looked for help to her father.
Bill had the All observed cheerfully. He hated those stupid formal photos, which was his wife at Christmas time, but it was not worth the effort, they talk her out, so he had always endured. He could not be mad at Dominique, just because they had little left for it just like him. But she could swear that even with six years so ... He expressed his pride and tried to stand on the side of his wife.
"This should not really say, Nicki," he chided her gently. More was not possible. Especially because he too often the word itself used.
Dominique opened his mouth to protest, but after a look from her mother, she joined him, but rather again.
"Can not we just make this stupid photo?", Mixed them Louis now. "I wanted to still go to Brian to play." Brian was the boy next door. Louis was often with him to play, to escape the many women in the house, as he had confessed to his father again. Bill had it fully understands.
Fleur nodded and began fumbling around in the camera that she had placed on a tripod. Nevertheless, they threw Dominique angry Gaze. "We'll speak between nosch, young lady," she threatened. Bill was sorry for his daughter. But it is the soup itself had brewed. Before her mother could not curse you, they all knew.
"And now läschelt kindly to this photo shoot and severally endlisch can." She looked sternly at the turn. Obedient they all sat down to a smile. Fleur pressed a button and then hurried to her husband, who was standing behind her three children and put an arm around her. Despite her anger, she smiled brightly at the camera.
Louis left his place immediately after the photo was shot. He pulled the sweater over her fine head, which he hated because he was so scratchy, and he had only attracted because his mother had forced him to do so. He ran down the hall. "I'll be back by five," he cried to them, even before he took his jacket and slamming the door behind him did.
Dominique pulled the bow from her hair and ran as fast as possible up the stairs to escape her mother.
Victoire only remained in the living room and helped her mother in the process of storing the camera. "May I watch as you develop the photos? "she asked, interested and looked at her mother hopefully.
Fleur smiled happily and nodded. "Of course, my darling. You can put the camera back to the darkroom. I get to gleisch. "Victoire took the bag carefully in the hand and left to the living room, to bring them into the cellar.
Bill was with a sigh of fall on the sofa. He put an arm around Fleur and kissed her on the cheek. "You know we all hate these photos. Besides Victoire. "Remembered them.
Fleur nodded. "American white. But we 'ave so few photos in which we all susammen are like. And the children grow so fast. My mother always says that she recognizes über'aupt nothin 'back when she sees them in the summer. Eastern Möschter to see my parents how glücklisch we are. Eastern Möschter that they can teil'aben to it. When we celebrate Weihnaschten susammen have nothin '. "
you had tears in his eyes. Bill swallowed hard and embraced it. Fleur had given up much for him. He knew she enjoyed living in England, but he also knew that their family missing. Especially during the holidays. They had the children proposed last year, but once Christmas with their other grandparents in France to celebrate, but were met with violent protests. The children did not want to do without the hustle and bustle at the Burrow. And Fleur had given up their wish and celebrated with his family instead of with her.
Bill stroked her gently on the cheek and smiled at her lovingly. She was an amazing woman. He would not have wished for better. And it was a fantastic mother. They could really lucky the children and himself.
And the least they could do for Fleur was this lousy photo.
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