A/N: This is for dancing with tragedies' Freeverse Collection challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. This eighth poem is Bill/Fleur using prompt 13 (Line) (Disclaimer: I own none of this except my phrasing)

(S)laughter

.

The defining moments in her life were never set straight

They curved and curlicued,

.

like

the way the water

r i p p l e d down in

the lake to the tune of a Mermish song-

she was helpless down there,

and this almost-tragedy

came even before she knew what it was to love

him

.

like

her fiancee brusied and bloodied

scars rippling his face in

the uncertain pattern of a

r u t h l e s s hunger

.

like

a wedding. And everyone dressed

so much like diamonds

the treasure snatchers had no hesiation

curses curving arcs over their heads and

s h a t t e r i n g anything that had been

certain

before

.

But straight lines would not have

made her who she is today and she

doesn't think he would

f

i

t

very nicely inside a BOX

.

So let them bend what they wish