Who: Bill and Ginny What: Talking to his sister, who is all growed up now. When: New Years morning. Where: Bill and Fleur's place. Why: He needs to talk to someone and Ginny doesn't hold a lot of love for Fleur. Status: Married White Male Wizard
The New Year's Eve party had been brilliant. Bill had not been that happily drunk in a very long time. (Drunk, yes, but not happily.) It was a real treat to get to enjoy his friends and family, and himself, without worrying about what he was doing wrong. And what fight was going to emerge from something completely innocent. But he had been able to let all of that go last night, and he had a really good time, proven by the suspicion that there was a part of the night he didn't remember. Fortunately the hangover from so much fun was mild. That was the privilege of buying expensive liquor.
It was almost noon New Year's Day when Bill stumbled through his house, unsure of who was still there, and hoping nothing of Fleur's had been broken, even though he would probably think it was funny if something had. In the living room someone was asleep, or passed out, on his sofa. Approaching quietly, he got closer and leaned over to see if there were any clues to who was under the afghan that was usually on the back of the chair by the fireplace.
Sirius. He should have known. Leaving him there, Bill headed for the kitchen in desperate need of tea. And there, in his kitchen, was an angel in the guise of his sister with the kettle already boiling. "Out of all my brothers you are my favorite," Bill said gratefully as he entered the room.