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FICLET: Yet Again (Padma/Bill)
Title: Yet Again
Pairing: Padma Patil/Bill Weasley
Prompt: "the opportunities you missed"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 757
Summary: Just another day at work.
Author's Notes: This is my first real venture into Padma/Bill. Any and all constructive comments are appreciated!
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
Story Time:
The heat that was crashing down on Padma's back was unimaginable. While the others who were working around her tended to use spells to keep themselves cool, she would not. One of the things that she had always been proud of was her ability to not use magic for every last thing; whether it be actually wrapping presents by hand or dealing with the sun while in Egypt, Padma felt that it helped to build character. There was only one person that felt this way, one co-worker, and as she moved into the shade of a pyramid to get a drink of water, he was standing there as well, pulling his hair back and off of his neck.
Padma sent a smile to Bill Weasley, the same as she had every other day since she had been in Egypt. The secondhand stories she heard about his time with Fleur Delacour, the way he was before he was attacked in her sixth year, and the distance that he had put between himself and his family since his divorce were always at the front of her mind (Parvati was still the hub of gossip, as she had always been). They had never spoken, and he never smiled or waved back. Despite that she found herself more and more intrigued by the redhead each day. She had seen the temper he possessed first hand on several occasions (usually when something was done incorrectly by someone new and they would lose their days work), and while it scared most everyone else away from him it only heightened the curiousness that Padma had.
A few clouds were overhead, an unusual sight, but the moments in which they would pass by the sun and offer even more cover was like finding a piece of heaven, and a small content sigh escaped Padma as she leaned against a table, head tilted towards the sky. She heard him snort, a sound which was new, and she moved her gaze to his direction, eyes wide when she realized that he had been staring at her. Blush crept into her cheek and she looked away.
"We need someone inside," he called over to her, and without looking she knew that he was standing upright, arms crossed, and with a fierce look on his face. Padma only nodded in response and went in to work, allowing a goblin to lead her in as far as they could get.
How long she had been in the pyramid she didn't know, nor did she really care. The temperature had dropped now, she assumed the sun had set, and the sounds of the goblins packing up their things for the day where bouncing off the walls. Padma started to gather up her items as well, the exhaustion starting to weigh heavy on her eye lids. With her wand and notes in hand she headed towards the exit, passing goblins along the way.
That's when she saw him again.
He was standing just in the entranceway of the pyramid, the moonlight making his face look even more severe then it did in the light, and her breath caught in her throat. Many times Padma had wondered what it would be like to run a finger over one particular scar, one that always caught her attention and was placed on his right cheek. If she thought just hard enough she could almost imagine the feel of it beneath her finger.
Standing herself up a little straighter she decided, tonight was the night, she would speak to him. Chin held high she headed in the direction, feeling sicker and sicker the closer she got; butterflies in her stomach going crazy as she told her mind to not ask about his condition.
'Just say goodnight, Padma,' she was telling herself. 'No more, no less.'
Before she knew it she was at him, papers in her hands shaking slightly.
"Goodni--" She never got a chance to finish as a goblin pushed passed her and she bumped into the nearby wall. She could hear a low snarl from Bill, and from the corner of her eye she could see that his fangs were bared. The goblin paid no mind, just went off on a rant about something that was wrong in one of the passageways.
And with that he was gone, going to check on the situation. Padma hung her head low with a heavy sigh and stepped out into the night, a hot breeze hitting her bare shoulder.
'Maybe tomorrow night,' she told herself as she walked. Her stomach did flip flops at the thought.
Pairing: Padma Patil/Bill Weasley
Prompt: "the opportunities you missed"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 757
Summary: Just another day at work.
Author's Notes: This is my first real venture into Padma/Bill. Any and all constructive comments are appreciated!
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
Story Time:
The heat that was crashing down on Padma's back was unimaginable. While the others who were working around her tended to use spells to keep themselves cool, she would not. One of the things that she had always been proud of was her ability to not use magic for every last thing; whether it be actually wrapping presents by hand or dealing with the sun while in Egypt, Padma felt that it helped to build character. There was only one person that felt this way, one co-worker, and as she moved into the shade of a pyramid to get a drink of water, he was standing there as well, pulling his hair back and off of his neck.
Padma sent a smile to Bill Weasley, the same as she had every other day since she had been in Egypt. The secondhand stories she heard about his time with Fleur Delacour, the way he was before he was attacked in her sixth year, and the distance that he had put between himself and his family since his divorce were always at the front of her mind (Parvati was still the hub of gossip, as she had always been). They had never spoken, and he never smiled or waved back. Despite that she found herself more and more intrigued by the redhead each day. She had seen the temper he possessed first hand on several occasions (usually when something was done incorrectly by someone new and they would lose their days work), and while it scared most everyone else away from him it only heightened the curiousness that Padma had.
A few clouds were overhead, an unusual sight, but the moments in which they would pass by the sun and offer even more cover was like finding a piece of heaven, and a small content sigh escaped Padma as she leaned against a table, head tilted towards the sky. She heard him snort, a sound which was new, and she moved her gaze to his direction, eyes wide when she realized that he had been staring at her. Blush crept into her cheek and she looked away.
"We need someone inside," he called over to her, and without looking she knew that he was standing upright, arms crossed, and with a fierce look on his face. Padma only nodded in response and went in to work, allowing a goblin to lead her in as far as they could get.
How long she had been in the pyramid she didn't know, nor did she really care. The temperature had dropped now, she assumed the sun had set, and the sounds of the goblins packing up their things for the day where bouncing off the walls. Padma started to gather up her items as well, the exhaustion starting to weigh heavy on her eye lids. With her wand and notes in hand she headed towards the exit, passing goblins along the way.
That's when she saw him again.
He was standing just in the entranceway of the pyramid, the moonlight making his face look even more severe then it did in the light, and her breath caught in her throat. Many times Padma had wondered what it would be like to run a finger over one particular scar, one that always caught her attention and was placed on his right cheek. If she thought just hard enough she could almost imagine the feel of it beneath her finger.
Standing herself up a little straighter she decided, tonight was the night, she would speak to him. Chin held high she headed in the direction, feeling sicker and sicker the closer she got; butterflies in her stomach going crazy as she told her mind to not ask about his condition.
'Just say goodnight, Padma,' she was telling herself. 'No more, no less.'
Before she knew it she was at him, papers in her hands shaking slightly.
"Goodni--" She never got a chance to finish as a goblin pushed passed her and she bumped into the nearby wall. She could hear a low snarl from Bill, and from the corner of her eye she could see that his fangs were bared. The goblin paid no mind, just went off on a rant about something that was wrong in one of the passageways.
And with that he was gone, going to check on the situation. Padma hung her head low with a heavy sigh and stepped out into the night, a hot breeze hitting her bare shoulder.
'Maybe tomorrow night,' she told herself as she walked. Her stomach did flip flops at the thought.
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Your Padma is really cool; she's an intellectual, and I think Bill would like that about her. Nice work, I look forward to more!