#but my nose being runny is just like. regular occurrence for me so.

[15hammerheadsharks]

I was sick the last couple of days and I’m still kinda congested so I sound a little fucked up rn I think

[multifandomsimagine]

Best of Intentions [Poly!Bill Weasley x Reader x Fleur Delacour]

Summary: The results for the exam are in but they are not what you were hoping for

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1000

Author's Note: Ravenclaw!Reader cause this is a comfort piece for me. This was originally going to be a gif imagine but as I was writing it and using it as a place to vent, it kind of got out of hand 😓

You hear the jingle of keys being inserted into the front door's lock and the door opening a few seconds later as you hear your partners return from their trip to the grocery store. "Mon cœur, we're back" Fleur called out, nudging the door open and walking in with Bill close on her heels. They both come in with grocery bags in hand. Setting them down on the counter, they turn around to greet you. They spot the mail first right on the dining table where you had placed them when you came in with them. They then see the open envelope a few inches away from you with the logo of the Ministry clear as day before they see you with papers in hand.

"Oh!" Fleur claps in delight as she makes her way toward you. "Are those your results? How did you do?"

"Do I need to start referring to you as Professor [Last Name]?" Bill teases, moving to stand behind your chair in an effort to read the letter.

They're both taken aback when you burst into tears. They aren't able to look at the results as you quickly flip it over but they could infer that what was written wasn't anything good.

"Love / Ma chérie!" They kneel by your side and look at you. "What happened?"

"I know it's not a big deal," You tell them, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. You don't meet their gaze though as you stare down at your lap and look at the facedown results. "I can take this exam again; I just have to pay and submit my material again but I'm just so disappointed in myself! I was a Ravenclaw. I've never failed a test before; the lowest grade I've ever gotten was an 'Exceeds Expectations.' I studied so hard for this test and it was the last thing I needed in order to become a professor but I got a 'Dreadful.'" At the revelation of your grade, your voice wavers.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you grab the paper and clench your hands into tight fists, trying to make the results as small as possible. You wipe your face again, to clear it from your tears and runny nose but it's no use as you can't stop yourself from crying and you just continue your speech. "The exam cost so much to take and now I have to pay that again. What did I do wrong? Does this mean that I'll be a terrible professor? Am I just going to fail the students? How am I supposed to be able to teach them what they need to know when I can't even prove that I'm qualified to be a professor? I'm just a failure." Your breathing becomes quicker as you tell Bill and Fleur what you're thinking. You try to hold back the next sob but you're shaking too much to succeed as your crying gets worse; your tears going from pooling in your eyes to streaming down your face.

You cover your face with your sleeves as you avoid looking at your partners who have stayed quiet and let you finish your rant. They must think you're so foolish for crying over a bad grade. Bad grades are a regular occurrence in people's lives and they're able to move on with their life. And yet here you are acting like it's the end of the world. You're too embarrassed to look at either of them and you're gathering up the energy to leave the room and lock yourself in the bathroom until you can calm yourself down when you feel a hand on your knee and another gently uncurling your first to grab the results.

"Mon amour, this test doesn't define you," Fleur speaks first, making a point to show you the paper in her hands and folding it up until it's just a tiny rectangle before placing it on the floor. "Bill and I know firsthand how incredibly smart and what an amazing teacher you are. I've seen you teach Gabrielle things that I have trouble understanding with such ease. She's told me just how much she prefers you teaching her than me." At this, she gives your nose a little tap which makes you smile. "You explain things better than I do she says."

Bill nods. "I second that statement. Without you, there would have been no way that I pass Arithmancy and Ancient Runes in my third year. The exam doesn't show how much the impact you have on your students. Only that you were able to say what they wanted to hear." Taking your hand in his own, he intertwined your fingers together. "I know how hard you worked planning out those lessons for your students. You took into account all of their needs and the support they needed and taught a wonderful lesson. Didn't you tell us how much your students enjoyed the lesson?"

With a sniffle, you nod your head. "Yea, Tomás participated in the activity and KC told me how much she liked that day's lesson."

"You see, you're a wonderful teacher." Fleur kisses your forehead as she runs a hand through your hair. "And don't worry about the money. We have enough of it for you to take the test hundreds of times. But we know it won't take that long cause you're amazing."

Bill stands up from his kneeling position and gives you a hug. "And Fleur and I will help you in whatever way we can. So don't pay this grade any more thought. We love you and we're here for you. No grade will change our mind on this."

"Thank you, you two." You say as you take the napkin Bill was offering you. Wiping your eyes from any rogue tears still left, you used it to blow your nose. "For being here with me and always helping me feel better. I'm going to pass this next attempt. I know I can."