Playing a bit of roleplay between a young couple wasn't embarrassing, provided no one else found out.
But if someone they knew saw them, it was a different story—especially if that acquaintance took pictures.
Bill understood that all too well.
Was it wrong to dress himself up as a Christmas present and travel all that way to see his fiancée?
No. It was romantic, and it could strengthen their relationship.
Was it wrong to kiss his fiancée passionately in the street?
No, either. This was France. Couples kissing in public was as common as seeing a balding middle-aged man in England.
But why did he suddenly want to go to Azkaban so badly?
Bill sat in the potion shop, looking as though he were only half awake.
Beside him, Kyle and Kanna were studying a photograph together, offering their critiques.
"Look at that red-and-gold color scheme—a Christmas gift from Gryffindor. Ah, what a thoughtful touch."
"That ribbon is pretty cute too. Very playful." Kanna covered her mouth, trying hard not to laugh.
She couldn't laugh. The person involved was right there, and laughing would be far too rude.
But it really was hilarious.
Kanna's shoulders kept trembling as she struggled to hold it in.
"Good thing I had the foresight to carry a camera with me. Otherwise, I never would have captured such a wonderful moment. Mrs. Weasley will definitely love it."
Bill lowered his head even further.
He looked at the wand in his hand, wondering whether he should cast a Killing Curse on himself or on Kyle.
Maybe Kyle first. He could destroy the photos while he was at it, then cast one on himself and tell everyone Voldemort had attacked France.
At least that would preserve his dignity.
No matter how open-minded Bill was, he did not