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wecsleys​:

               arthur  crinkled  his  nose  as  his  brows  furrowed  with  the  pat  on  his  back,  outwardly  wanting  to  give  her  an  eye  roll,  but  inwardly  glad  he  didn’t  have  to  be  the  only  brave  one.  

             the  heat  instantly  rose  to  his  cheeks  as  her  lips  made  contact  with  the  side  of  his  face.  merlin,  where  had  all  the  bravery  in  him  gone  now  —  instantly  washed  away  as  he  became  shy  just  from  her  touch.  it  was  maddening.  the  dimple  on  his  cheek  only  deepened  as  he  bit  the  bottom  of  his  lip  to  try  and  not  look  too  entirely  goofy  as  he  smiled.  her  words  comforted  him  in  ways  he  didn’t  know  were  possible,  but  they  also  made  him  wonder  how  on  earth  they  were  true.  it  should’ve  been  impossible  that  there  had  been  no  one  like  him  before  in  her  life  —  she  deserved  the  world  and  he  wanted  to  give  it  to  her.  he  imagined  so  many  people  wanted  to,  but  he  was  honored  to  even  be  the  first.  he  chuckled  as  she  rolled  on  to  her  back  after  her  confession,  as  if  she  was  trying  to  hide  from  him  after.  ❛  no,  no,  no  you  don’t,  ❜  he  grinned  as  he  pulled  her  back  up  to  face  him.  he  wasn’t  about  to  let  her  get  away  with  those  words  and  not  reap  the  consequences.  ❛  molly  prewett,  i  don’t  quite  know  how  you  did  it,  but  you’ve  truly  taken  over  my  world.  ��  his  smile  was  as  soft  as  his  tone,  and  at  that  point  in  time  all  of  his  bravery  returned.  he  couldn’t  think  of  better  timing  than  in  that  exact  moment,  so  he  did  exactly  what  he  wanted  to  do  for  so  long.  and  as  his  lips  pressed  gently  to  hers,  his  hand  cupping  the  side  of  her  face,  arthur  weasley  knew  there  was  no  better  feeling  in  the  entire  world.

maybe it was the joy she saw in his eyes or the way those teeth sunk into his lip, failing miserably at hiding that gorgeous goofy smile, but it didn’t matter because molly was in complete AWE of him. the kind that she couldn’t even voice without seeming like a rambling fool. laughter floating as she felt him tug her toward him, easily rolling onto her side -- it wasn’t the sudden movement that left her breathless, no that would have been kind and far less embarrassing compared how her voice hitched -- wanting to say so much but to be plagued with a crippling happiness that had taken her out. if he looked carefully, she was sure that he would see how her eyes were mistier than usual, her hand having a mind of its own as it trailed up to stroke his cheek.

what she didn’t know was that she wouldn’t have to think too much for any longer. all thoughts and nerves all vanished as she felt his lips pressed against hers, once wide eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the moment. fingers still stroking his cheek gently, eagerness in her craving to get closer as she curled herself into him, lips moving against his so seamlessly as if they had done this a hundred times -- it was the perfect first kiss. one that couldn’t be compared too -- one she would never forget -- one that felt like her last first kiss.

lips parting from his rather reluctantly, she pressed a kiss against is nose -- now that she had allowed herself close, she couldn’t imagine ever not being like this, “you’ve taken over mine --” quiet whisper as her head shook, “you’ve ruined me for anyone else” there was a twinkle in her gaze, there was no disappointment that came from that statement - it was simply a mixture of excitement and wonder.

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wecsleys​:

     his eyes dazzled even more at the sight of molly in the glistening light of the sun to the point where he wasn’t even sure if she looked better in the sunlight or in moonlight. he was just glad he’d been able to see her in both. he scrunched his nose at her remark — troublemakers was definitely a word to be used when describing the weasley boys. even molly herself had already dictated part of that word for arthur alone, a nickname he’d never get sick of, especially when coming from her mouth as a blush would creep to her cheeks. ❛ so you’re saying they’re as fearless as they come ? even i wouldn’t want to mess with a ghoul… let alone befriend one. too creepy. ❜ arthur’s body shook as if a chill went down his spine at the thought, but he overcame with a fit of laughter.

    a small smile crept up on arthur’s lips as he felt her touch, the small dimple on the side of his cheek showing even more as he did so. ❛ thank you for coming, ❜ he said sheepishly, the feeling of internal heat reaching his cheeks and reddening them. ❛ you’re the first person i’ve brought here. the only one, actually. ❜ it was true. he didn’t dare show it to his parents as they’d have an easy way to find him when he needed time to escape, nor did he dare show his brothers as they’d probably find a way to have the tree fall on accident. ❛ i just wanted this to be extra special, you know ? because you are. ❜

she couldn’t help but roll her eyes -- a smile at her lips despite herself, “fearless is what they would call themselves - i like to call them equal parts devious and dimwitted”. hand patting his back sympathetically, “it’s alright trouble, i’ll keep the ghouls away” his laughter contagious as she fell into it as well.

she should look away -- anything to keep her composure, but the sight of that little dimple, something that she wasn’t always privy too nearly had her melting with how much he was smiling. “arthur --” she started, soft yet commanding -- almost ready to correct him and assure him that there was nothing that earned a thank you and that there was truly nowhere else she would rather be. his words had her captivated - “i’m honoured” she whispered softly. she hadn’t realized that she had inched closer, but it was the gravitational pull, nothing could stop the way her lips widened at his confession or how she pressed a kiss against his cheek before she could think twice. “so are you --” it wasn’t enough, she couldn’t begin to explain how she felt about him and how important her was. “it’s never been like this with anyone --” she admitted, she might not have the most illustrious dating history, but nothing could compare to this, “arthur weasley, you snuck up on me” she mumbled, rolling back onto her back -- heart beating rapidly as she found herself distracted by the clouds, anything that wouldn’t have her fixated on her latest confession. 

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wecsleys​:

           ❛  so  you’re  saying  i’d  get  along  very  well  with  your  father  ?  he  must  be  a  sound  man  if  that’s  also  his  favorite,  and  i  do  like  the  sound  of  that,  you  know.  ❜  his  grin  only  grew  wider  and  wider  at  the  fact.  plus,  there  truly  is  nothing  more  nerve  wracking  than  having  to  meet  the  family  of  someone  you  really  care  for.  his  biggest  fear  as  of  late  now  was  the  prewett  family  not  liking  arthur,  especially  now  that  he  could  stop  living  in  fear  of  molly  not  liking  him.  merlin,  she  has  him  wrapped  around  her  finger  and  she  probably  doesn’t  even  know  it.  ❛  every  flavor  is  brilliant,  fortescue,  i  promise,  ❜  he  made  sure  to  say  as  he  also  began  to  realize  they  had  the  conversation  in  front  of  the  poor  man,  even  if  he  probably  didn’t  care  about  the  opinions  of  children.  ❛  —  but  you  should  definitely  look  into  renaming  the  clotted  cream  to  weasley,  or  something.  ❜  he  said  the  words  with  a  chuckle  as  his  arms  were  still  wrapped  around  molly,  the  goofiest  of  grins  displayed  on  his  lips.  he  felt  oddly  entirely  comfortable  with  his  arms  wrapped  around  her,  but  his  nerves  still  got  the  best  of  him,  and  the  ice  cream  arriving  was  one  way  to  help  calm  him.

             ❛  perfect  balance,  you  say  ?  ❜  he  wasn’t  going  to  believe  her  just  yet,  not  after  her  own  remarks  on  his  favorite  flavor.  he  wiggled  his  eyebrows  at  her  as  her  cone  was  now  in  his  hands,  he  tasted  it  right  away  and  was  honestly  surprised.  so,  maybe  molly  is  always  right,  but  he  wouldn’t  let  her  know  that  just  yet.  arthur  handed  the  cone  back  as  he  licked  the  remnants  from  his  lips  and  shrugged.  ❛  hmm.  it’s  tasty  enough  —  ❜  he  managed  before  he  was  interrupted  by  his  own  laughter.  ❛  i’m  surprised,  okay  —  but  now  you  must  try  mine,  it’s  only  fair.  ❜  he  grinned  as  he  handed  his  own  cone  to  her,  even  if  it  had  become  an  entirely  sticky  mess.  ❛  then  maybe  we’ll  be  able  to  make  a  proper  comparison,  yeah  ?  ❜  

“i’m saying that you both have horrible taste in ice cream --” pinkish hue warming her cheeks at the very thought of him with her father - get a hold of yourself molly, lets get through our next date before we start down that rabbit hole. “if that bonds you -- there’s not much i can do” dramatic despite the teasing smile at her lips. she shrunk slightly into him as he stroked fortescue’s ego once more - she felt rather awful.“you think i’ll be able to show my face in here again?” she whispered, tipping her head back to catch a glimpse of him, “if i’m banned - i won’t do so well” her elbow digging into his side as laughter spluttered through her. “the weasley cream doesn’t really have a pleasant ring to it --” she mused, her nose wrinkling as she swayed slightly to the beat in her head that was keeping her calm, because by godric she couldn’t think straight with his arms around her -- she was just happy.

the smile on her lips was by no means graceful -- oh no, it was victory at its finest -- pure triumph as she watched him lick away the sugary goodness, “you mean glorious --” she chuckled. a bit of a pout at her lips as he offered his -- she knew it was only fair. so she wouldn’t bother him with a do i have too? taking the dripping cone from him  -- she swiped her lips along the side, nearly taken back by the fact that it wasn’t as dreadful as she had originally thought. sneaking another bite before she handed it back to him rather confused by her own feelings, “huh --” she mumbled, gaze finally meeting his, “it’s decent --”

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teddystonk​:

     he  had  always  been  thankful  for  molly  and  her  friendship ,  but  it’s  more  pronounced  now .  this  was  a  subject  that  he’d  like  to  ignore -  another  reminder  of  how  he  was  a  person that  just  happened  upon  this  world -  and  molly  had  a  motherly  inclination  to  what  he  was  already  feeling .  “  believe  me ,  i  understand.”  whenever  teddy  did  see  his  extended  family ,  it  was  the  same .  endless  questions ,  empty  invitations  and  comments  that  were  only  sometimes  compliments .    so  he  stands  from  the  seat ,  more  than  ready  to  leave  the  stares ( whether  conjured  or  real )  and  head  somewhere  that ‘s  safe .   

     the  ghost  of  a  smile  tugs  at  teddy’s  lips  as  he  follows  molly  closely ,  a  hand  absentmindedly  moving  towards  the  dip  of  his  friend’s  back -  “ they  do  know  that  i’m  spending  the  night  at  your  home  tonight  this  time ,”  ted  would  never  be  able  to  live  down  the  one  time  he  hadn’t .  “eventually  you’re  going  to  have  to  switch  places  and  let  us  be  the  host .  my  mum’s  missed  you  and  the  old  man  too .”  molly  prewett  had  left  an  outstanding  impression  on  his  parents   even  in  the  brief  encounters  they’d  had  with  her .  perhaps  they  were  just  thankful  he  had  found  someone  that  would  take  care  of  him  in  the  wizarding  world .  “ thankfully  ,  it  is  over  now .”  a  glance  is  spared  toward  the  open  bar  as  they  walk  past ,  the  sight  of  his  coworker  busy  but  otherwise  smiling  makes  him  feel  better  about  not  working  the  service . “  the  twins  know  i’ll  be  over  too ,  right ? “     

she knew he would tell them, he couldn’t afford to be coy about where he was, not with what was going on, but she couldn’t describe her need to hear it. sheepish smile stretching her lips - nearly apologetic as she gave him a nod, “you haven’t slept over in a while - i’m excited” passionate that they were certainly not too old for a pillow fort. smile widening as she gave his arm a gentle squeeze, “absolutely --” firm as she gave her a positively excited nod, “perhaps next week? or maybe the week after -- i miss them” the tonks gave her the same feeling she had when she was at home -- complete and utter peace. 

“they know and they will be scarce --” shrugging, “seems like they have their own thing going on, haven’t been prying too much, it’s been a bit crazy” she admitted, holding out her hand for him as they created enough space from the memorial. “i’ll get us there, yeah? my mind is clear --” she promised.

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wecsleys​:

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event — first second ? third ? date

location — under a shady tree in ottery st. catchpole outside devon, england

               arthur  could’ve  smacked  himself  on  the  head  for  only  allowing  himself  less  than  a  whole  twenty-four  hours  to  prepare  for  his  date  with  molly.  nevertheless,  the  picnic  was  perfectly  laid  out  in  just  enough  time  before  her  arrival.  the  same  knit  blanket  from  their  first  date  made  its  reappearance  underneath  them,  as  did  the  iced  cold  pumpkin  juice.  this  time,  however,  arthur  was  happy  he  didn’t  have  to  sneak  around  the  hogwarts  kitchens  in  order  to  find  any  leftover  treats.  this  time,  everything  would  be  even  more  perfect  in  his  eyes.  —  but  the  sight  of  molly  is  truly  what  did  him  in,  she  was  powerful  in  that  way.  ❛  —  and  i  know  it  sounds  crazy,  but  it’s  true  !  my  brothers  truly  did  try  to  make  a  mud  pie  look  as  realistic  as  possible.  thankfully  enough  mum  could  tell  immediately,  but  if  not  i  think  the  smell  alone  might’ve  done  it,  ❜  his  story  finished  at  the  exact  moment  arthur’s  head  fell  back  again  in  laughter  as  he  rested  himself  on  his  elbows.  

fingers smoothening the wrinkles that had easily formed at the bottom of the floral dress, it had been an internal debate -- wondering if she could just simply get away with comfort and jeans, but her mum could tell that her hair had a certain shine and she was so worried she would wear a hole in the floor, it didn’t take too long for mama prewett to get her dazzled. she had been utterly sick with worry, wondering if she looked okay-- all she needed to do was set her sights on him and it all melted away. tuning right back in with the babbling boy, she followed suit. molly stretched herself on the picnic blanket next to him, her own back against the blanket -- breathy laughter echoing before she rolled on to her side, not satisfied with sneaking glances at him, “your brothers sound like complete troublemakers” she chuckled, “the twins weren’t any better - the two of them befriended the ghoul in our attic and scared the living bejeezus out of me for a good month till mum noticed the noises and my need to be nowhere near the attic” 

softness in her gaze as her fingers reach his, “thank you for bringing me here --” honest as she gazed up at the tree that was shading them so easily, “it’s beautiful” earnest gaze as she took a hold of his hand properly, “i love seeing this side of you”

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teddystonk​:

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    for  the  most  part ,  teddy  has  been  patient .  he’s  still  sitting  in  the  seat  that  was  next to  molly ,  watching  her  finish  conversation  but  it  had  been  several  minutes  since  the  wix  decided  it  was  time  to  leave .  the  unsettling  feeling  he’d  gotten  when  walking  in  only  grew  ,  manifesting  itself  in  the  way  his  leg  bounced  against  the  ground   as  he  sobers  up  once  again .  to  his  delight ,  she  finally  turns  away  and  that’s  enough  for  him  to  stand  up  with  a  grin  already  tugging  at  his  lips .  “ does  this  mean  we  get  to  leave  now  ?”  

    he  could’ve  left  by  himself  ages  ago  ,  but  it’s  already  assumed  that  he’d  follow  her  home .  the  last  place  he  wanted  to  go  now  is  his  home –  where  many  questions  were  waiting  to  be  asked  by  his  muggle  parents .  how  else  can  he  explain  that  the  memorial  service  was  for  a family  he  didn’t  personally  know  but  still  had  been   important  for  him  to  attend  ?   the  politics  behind  it  were  far  too  complicated  for  them  to  comprehend .    “ i’m  all  talked  out .  in  essence ,  it  was  almost  like  a  huge  family  reunion  .  even  the  aunts  and  uncles  i  don’t  like  got  invited - ”  pursed  lips  as  he  eyes  the  families  that  still  lingered  in  the  front  of  the  banquet  hall .   

she didn’t need to turn around to know that teddy was completely and entirely restless -- she didn’t doubt the tapping she heard was him and he was very much waiting for her  -- polite smile stretched at her lips as she nodded along with what the wix was detailing - a friend of her father’s, she had quickly set her sights on her and molly couldn’t help but be beckoned. as much as she didn’t have the patience for pleasantries, she couldn’t turn the woman away as she went on and on about how life was short -- as if they didn’t know that, the tufts that they were honoring was very proof of it. “will do --” she promised, knowing fully well that she was going to avoid that afternoon tea invite like the plague. “i am so sorry --” she whispered as she finally turned her attention to teddy, “lets get out of here” nodding firmly. 

“do your parents know that you’re staying over?” she didn’t mean to nag, but she didn’t want the tonks up late fretting about him, “tell me about it” exhaustion apparent with the day they’ve had -- “i just want this moment to be over” catching her parents gaze as she gave them a quick wave, they were very much aware that she didn’t want to stay for too long and it wasn’t the best move for teddy, “it looks like we’re on our own”

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wecsleys​:

         the  scoff  that  left  his  mouth  was  more  playful  than  anything  because,  honestly,  arthur  in  his  youth  tried  to  stay  as  far  away  from  molly  as  possible.  of  course  he  wouldn’t  know  if  she  was  just  as  equally  as  bad  as  him.  ❛  hmm,  maybe  you’ll  have  to  tell  me  those  stories  of  your  on  our  date  then.  ❜  he  said  cheekily,  mouth  extenuating  the  word  date  because  even  he  couldn’t  quite  still  believe  it.  ❛  —  and  if  they  won’t  let  you  back  in  here  after  our  little  show,  then  i’ll  just  have  to  make  you  a  book  shop  of  your  very  own.  ❜  a  little  in  home  bookshelf  is  what  he  had  in  mind,  maximalism  at  it’s  finest.  he  may  be  trouble,  but  he’d  always  find  ways  to  make  it  up.

        he  was  entirely  too  excited  that  molly  had  agreed  on  his  corny  idea,  even  saying  it  sounded  perfect.  however,  it  only  meant  for  him  that  he  had  to  spend  as  much  time  as  he  possibly  could  on  making  it  perfect.  he  wasn’t  worried,  no.  only  a  little  nervous.  —  the  best  part  of  his  whole  inner  turmoil,  however,  was  that  he  wasn’t  the  only  one  who  thought  their  night  under  the  stars  counted  as  a  date,  so  technically  this  was  their  second,  right  ?  that  meant  a  lot  less  pressure,  but  still  the  same  amount  of  effort.  ❛  oh,  come  off  it,  ❜  he  replied  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes.  ❛  you’re  not  annoying  at  all,  and  if  anyone  ever  calls  you  that  or  says  that  to  you,  it’s  only  because  they’re  jealous  that  you’re  loads  brighter  than  they’ll  ever  be.  ❜  arthur  weasley  only  spoke  the  truth.

           ❛  old  man  flavor  ?  ❜  he  questioned  loudly,  bewildered  by  molly’s  choice  in  description.  ❛  i’ll  have  you  know  that  the  clotted  cream  ice  cream  here  is  the  best  by  far.  believe  me  —  i’ve  tried  each  flavor  at  least  three  times.  on  separate  occasions,  of  course.  ❜  he  added  on  the  end  with  a  chuckle  as  he  felt  the  after  effects  of  the  pinch  on  his  cheek.  arthur’s  legs  felt  as  though  they  had  turned  into  jelly  the  moment  molly  leaned  into  him  after  choosing  her  flavor,  but  instead  of  falling  over,  he  instinctively  wrapped  his  arms  around  her  frame  as  they  waited  for  their  scoops.  ❛  there’s  no  need  to  thank  me,  molls,  ❜  he  said  in  her  ear,  ❛  but  you’re  very  welcome.  ❜  once  arthur  had  paid  and  their  orders  were  called,  he  took  her  hand  in  his  while  the  other  gripped  his  cone  as  he  maneuvered  them  to  an  open  table  outside.  ❛  i  just  have  to  let  you  know  one  thing,  ❜  he  began,  in  the  most  serious  of  voice  he  could  muster  in  between  licks.  ❛  you  made  fun  of  me  for  getting  an  ‘old  man  flavor’,  yet  you  land  on  toffee  ?  isn’t  that  like  a  peak  old  lady  dessert  ?  ❜  he  questioned,  immediately  bursting  into  laughter.

“only if you share as well --” sheepish smile at her lips, it wasn’t the most attractive stories, but she also didn’t ever want to HIDE from him, the good -- the bad and well, the ugly wasn’t something she minded sharing, as long as she could have a good laugh about his as well. she knew he would never let her live her tales of terror down. shaking her head with a chuckle -- date was becoming her favourite word as of late, especially when he said it like that. she knew he was humouring her, but her gaze was glittering with joy at the very suggestion, “now i might actually need a reason to get banned from here--” she mused, half wondering if he could pull it off -- or well, she knew he could, arthur weasley was full of surprises.

her heart was thumping wildly as she lightly bumped his shoulder -- a secretive smile painted at her lips; molly ophelia prewett was never good with compliments let alone praise. she hadn’t said it to hear him contest it, no -- it was a joke and in that moment she knew he meant it. “let them say it --” she murmured, shrugging easily, “the people who matter think differently --” finger tapping his chest gently, “clearly” beaming with adoration.

she would worry that she offended him, she wasn’t nearly keeling over with laughter, “you heard me” nose wrinkling, before casting mister. fortescue an apologetic smile for what she was about to impart. “i don’t doubt that it was made as well as it could be” she very much still needed to be able to show her face in this ice cream parlour, “-- but usually those taste buds belong to older gentlemen, my pops adores it” that was one thing they would have in common - molly didn’t doubt that her family would get on with the boy that was taking over her heart. way too soon -- it was far too soon to even think about that, but whenever she was around him it seemed like her heart raced far ahead of her mind. tongue soon poking through her lips as she broke the trance she was in just to playfully spite him.

she wore the pink hue on her cheeks with PRIDE as he wrapped himself around her, she didn’t doubt that he could hear her heart beat -- just as she didn’t doubt that her curls were being obnoxious and tickling his chin, as much as her mind was racing and she had never been more self-conscious, she wasn’t going to ruin the moment. she simply tilted her head back and rested it against his chest, her own hands laying over his -- a slight shiver as she felt him against her ear, turning her head slightly to catch his gaze -- opening her mouth slightly just to shut it. she didn’t have time to push another thank you on him, he was out of her grasp soon enough. she didn’t have time to be disappointed by the sudden space, her hand was in his once more with a blink of the eye, her own fingers gripping her cone with delight as he tugged them outside. “take that back --” she breathed out, playful outrage consuming her, “it is not -- it’s the perfect balance” indignant as she nearly shoved the cone at him, “if this is a trap to sneak a lick -- i’ll fall for it, because trouble -- i’m ALWAYS right” holding it out to him, “one bite and no -- even when you fall in love with it, don’t try to use those eyes on me. it’s not going to work --” she warned, knowing fully well that she’d give him the entire cone if he asked, anything to keep that smile on his lips.

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wecsleys​:

           their  conversation  did  bring  back  some  gruesome  memories  —  gruesome  mostly  because  they  were  prepubescent  kids  nearly  torturing  each  other  with  their  games  and  crude  jokes  and  here  they  were  now.  arthur  weasley  now  had  the  biggest  and  fattest  crush  on  the  girl  he  once  swore  he’d  never  talk  to  again  once  they  graduated.  if  only  little  fourteen  year  old  arthur  could  see  him  now  —  he’d  probably  hex  him.  ❛  it  sure  does,  ❜  he  paused,  for  dramatic  effect  of  course,  ❛  but  this  time  i  at  least  know  what  i’m  doing.  ❜  

           arthur  didn’t  believe  a  word  coming  out  of  her  mouth.  true,  he  could  be  a  rather  oblivious  bloke  to  most  anything  —  having  to  be  rightfully  told  as  he  wasn’t  the  best  at  picking  up  direct  cues.  merlin,  even  when  amelia  had  first  hit  on  arthur  a  year  ago  at  the  first  quidditch  party,  he  didn’t  even  realize  thats  what  she  was  doing.  technically,  he  could  say  the  same  about  his  first  date  with  molly  under  the  stars  on  the  hogwarts  lawn.  and  now  he  just  worried  that  maybe  she  had  been  sending  him  silent  clues  the  entire  time.  thankfully,  he  wasn’t  ignorant  to  it  now.  ❛  oh,  come  off  it,  ❜  his  hand  squeezing  her  own  as  he  gave  her  a  playful  eye  roll.  for  that,  she  definitely  deserved  his  loud  exclamation  of  molly’s  brilliance  in  front  of  the  entire  store.  the  burning  shade  on  her  cheeks  making  up  for  it  all  while  simultaneously  causing  arthur  to  laugh  harder  than  he  had  in  a  while.  he  tried  to  keep  his  cool  as  she  did  damage  control,  lighting  his  hands  then  into  the  air  as  she  dropped  them  to  show  he’d  back  down  and  so  the  crowds  could  find  something  else  to  do  than  watch  the  two  of  them.  he  yelped  softly  at  the  pinch  and  only  moved  to  nudge  her  right  back,  a  wink  in  place.  ❛  i’m  sure  you’ll  figure  it  out,  mollywobbles.  ❜

              ❛  no,  no  whomping  —  just  the  willow.  i  use  to  play  out  there  with  my  brothers  when  we  were  still  young.  ❜  he  felt  nostalgic  and  honestly  hoped  molly  wouldn’t  be  too  put  off  by  him  taking  her  to  a  place  he  used  to  make  mud  pies  after  it  had  rained.  maybe  she’d  find  it  charming  ?  or  maybe  he’d  had  to  make  it  up  to  her  by  bringing  the  best  treats  —  her  favorites,  even.  he’d  probably  still  do  so  even  if  she  liked  the  idea.  arthurs  eyes  grew  a  little  wider  at  the  words  he  realized  he  uttered.  molly  repeating  them  back  and  adding  the  word  ‘too’  helped  him  come  out  of  a  feeling  of  utter  embarrassment.  ❛  maybe  not  to  begin  with,  ❜  he  uttered,  remembering  how  horribly  he’d  felt  that  morning  via  hangover  and  official  break-up,  ❛  but  over  time  and  the  more  we  talked,  i  kind  of  realized  it  felt  like  one.  so  i  guess  i’d  call  it  a  date.  ❜  a  small  smile  appeared  on  his  lips  now.  

            at  the  mentions  of  ice  cream,  arthur  ignored  his  pile  of  books  immediately  and  grabbed  molly’s  hand  once  again  to  lead  the  two  out  of  the  book  shop.  ❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me  twice  —  ❜  he  chuckled  til  they  made  their  ways  into  the  shop.  thankfully  it  was  near  enough  by  that  even  if  fortescue’s  closed  in  five  minutes,  they’d  still  be  able  to  grab  a  scoop  or  two.  ❛  i’ll  do  two  scoops  of  the  clotted  cream  ❜  he  exclaimed,  awaiting  the  sweetly  bitter  taste  on  his  tongue.  ❛  and  whatever  she’d  like  —  i’m  paying.  ❜

a knowing smile crossed her lips - the kind that came wth reminiscing possibly the exactly foolery that was playing out in that gorgeous head of his. “you know -- i was just as bad” she admitted softly, looking back - there was so much she might have done differently, or at least tried, molly at the age of thirteen didn’t care for boys and she didn’t care for tricks. she would probably hear an earful.

despite her own embarassement and mild annoyance of the SPECTACLE they had become, nothing made her heart happier than an arthur weasley laughing wildly, her own body was shaking as she gave in, hands so carefully covering her now fully red face, “oh god --” she groaned, “keep it up and she won’t let me back in here again, trouble” she whispered, hands soon dropping to see him raise his own in surrender -- which didn’t feel like defeat for him, if anything - as much as she would never utter those words -- he had her. public mortification was her weakness and she would do anything to avoid it for the most part, and yet being the centre of his attention wasn’t entirely awful.

“what a relief --” she teased, the rare crooked smile crossing her lips, “sounds perfect” she murmured, she hadn’t missed the way he had mentioned his childhood -- growing up with his family, that spot meant something to him and that meant more than anything. it was personal -- not something molly herself was used too, for someone to be willing to peel it back and let her in. she was excited as she would be on christmas morning. “i wouldn’t have expected it at all --” she admitted, sheepish smile at her lips, “guess i’m not that annoying then, huh?” cheeky smile at her lips, for once - it was much easier to poke fun, then to allow herself to think for a second that this was a dream.

“arthur --” she had started, completely and utterly bewildered by his disregard for his pot of books, “what are you --” eyes widening as it dawned on her, “oh trouble --” breathy whisper at his willingness to drop everything. fingers entwining with his easily -- she couldn’t put up a fight, breathe molly - he was simply just holding your hand, he’s not taking a knee - your heart shouldn’t be that erratic and yet there was nothing more perfect than this moment. all but skipping as they rushed down the rather bustling street, she would give it another fifteen minutes till everyone cleared out -- shops were winding down and she would soon have a treat to devour besides the one holding her hand. catching her breath -- that didn’t stop her from wrinkling her nose at his choice, “the old man flavour?” she chuckled, pinching his cheek gently before she nearly plastered her face against the glass trying to pick, “too many choices --” she huffed, sparing mister. fortescue an apologetic smile. “maybe the strawberry peanut --” excited that she had made a choice before her gaze dropped to her true heart’s desire, “oh no -- sorry, mr. fortescue - the sticky toffee. two scoops of that please” backing away from the glass -- away from the many choices that would sway her right into his grasp. be bold, molly -- he was here for her. her hands found his as she leaned back into him for a second - “thank you -- you really didn’t have too” she sighed, “but i also rather not argue with you right now, so -- thank you, trouble”

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         ❛  that  sounds  like  a  challenge  to  me.  ❜  and  truly,  he  wanted  to  see  her  try.  or  maybe  it  was  a  way,  and  excuse  if  you  will,  for  her  to  think  about  him  more,  and  him  with  her.  as  if  he  wasn’t  majority  of  the  time  already.

           arthur  fell  into  a  fit  of  laughter  —  a  boy  as  open  as  any  book  on  the  shelf  in  the  store  they  were  currently  in,  it  was  surprising  that  molly  could  read  him  like  one.  he  was  more  worried  on  if  she  enjoyed  it  enough  to  keep  reading,  but  by  the  way  the  giggled  fell  out  of  her  mouth,  he  had  a  good  idea.  merlin,  that  was  a  sound  he  could  listen  to  all  day.  one  he  hoped  he  would  and  nothing  but.  ❛  now  you’re  learning  all  my  secrets  and  i  haven’t  even  had  to  hint  them  to  you,  but  at  least  you’ll  know  i’m  a  bad  liar.  my  face  gives  everything  away.  ❜  that  could  come  as  an  advantage  for  her  and  a  big  disadvantage  for  him,  but  arthur  would  quickly  learn  he’d  rather  not  keep  any  secrets  from  molly  anyway.  ❛  —  maybe  that’s  weakness  number  one.  ❜  his  strawberry  blonde  locks  swayed  as  he  shook  his  head,  letting  molly  mess  with  him  was  entirely  too  entertaining  for  him.  he  couldn’t  believe  how  much  he  hated  it  when  he  was  a  child.  ❛  oh,  molly  prewett  !  ❜  he  began,  as  loud  and  as  dramatic  as  could  be  in  the  small  shop,  the  back  of  his  hand  on  his  forehead.  ❛  your  absolute  brilliance  is  what  keeps  the  world  turning,  it  is.  i  can’t  believe  i  haven’t  praised  you  on  it  sooner  !  ❜

arthur  could’ve  melted  straight  into  a  puddle  at  those  words.  there’s  no  one  else  i’d  rather  spend  my  time  with,  arthur  weasley,  it  made  him  weak  in  the  knees  and  he  was  sure  it  was  obvious  to  her,  considering  their  prior  conversation.  he  was  doing  as  best  he  could  to  play  cool,  however,  and  to  not  scare  her  off.  especially  now  that  it  was  official.  arthur  and  molly  would  be  going  on  their  first  official  date  tomorrow.  with  the  way  his  heart  was  pounding,  he  was  sure  the  entire  store  could  tell  he  was  now  extra  nervous.  ❛  brilliant  —  ❜  he  finally  said  without  having  closed  his  mouth  from  the  stupid  grin  on  his  face.  ❛  there’s  this  tree  i  want  to  take  you  to,  and  i  promise  it’s  not  boring.  i  was  thinking  a  picnic,  but  this  time  with  better  treats  than  trolley  cart  snacks  and  kitchens  leftovers.  ❜  he  chuckled  at  the  thought  of  their  first  night  outting  together  under  the  stars.  what  a  mess  it  was,  but  what  a  turning  point  as  well.  ❛  thought  we  might  recreate  our  astronomy  date,  but  in  the  sunlight  so  we  can  see  each  other.  ❜  

the grin that struck her lips was entirely devilish -- “for someone who might be challenged --” not fully committing to the promise just yet, “you’re enjoying this quite a bit” head tilting as she took him in, “feels nostalgic, doesn’t it?”. challenging him was something she wouldn’t have thought twice about when they were younger and now that he made her heart flutter, it wasn’t too different -- she was just more comfortable.

for a second she wasn’t sure what it was blooming over her and yet the more she watched him laugh his heart out, the quicker she realized that it was TRIUMPH. it was silly -- she knew that, it wasn’t that molly felt like she was a complete bore, but she knew that at times she could be a tad more reserved than the giddy before him -- it felt good to keep up. her grin vibrant as her gaze shun with sincerity, “every woman’s dream --” she teased, and it was true, honesty was a hard thing to come by and yet, even without him being an open book, there wasn’t a dishonest bone in arthur’s body -- she knew that much. “now i know why you were so popular with the ladies” her brows wiggling, and it didn’t create an ache in her to joke about it -- she wasn’t filled with envy as she had been at their farewell party, one look at him -- his fingers entwined with hers and she knew that she didn’t have to fret. horror seeping in as his voice boomed through out the store, “arthur --” she warned, face flushing a horrible shade of red as he continued on. they certainly had an audience -- she could hear the laughter and the confusion all wrapped up in one. “thank you --” she huffed, attempting miserably at a scowl before she bursted into a fit of laughter of her own. “he’s come to his senses --” she called out to their audience, “you can carry on with your lovely day --” she added, before she drew close. dropping his hands as she pinched his side and gave him a look, “you’re incorrigible -- what am i going to do with you?”

there was a certain gentleness that swept over her when she had realized that he was just as in awe of what came to be, “-- as long as it’s not the whomping willow, sounds like a dream” she murmured, it was simple in the best way, he knew he appreciated that she wasn’t one to need a fuss. just a field and him was more than enough -- add in a few treats and she would be sure that she was DREAMING. molly was sure there was nothing more that he could say or do that would surprise him, but the words that he uttered next, nearly had her tumbling into him, “you thought it was a date too?” she whispered, for the first time her feelings of that night despite it being an eye-opener was no longer embarassement. “i didn’t want to assume and you weren’t having the best day --” she was rambling and she knew it, but she could seem to stuff down the shock that he had wanted the same. “ -- that sounds brilliant, i’d rather be able to see those eyes’ she admitted, she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed by her own cheekiness, the clock that was bellowing caught her attention. “oh blimey -- the fortescue ice cream parlour will be closing soon” by godric, molly really knew how to ruin a moment. “i’ve been craving all day--” she added, at least could look a bit sheepish. “would you like to grab a quick scoop?” tucking away the books she left nearby, she could come back another time, ice cream was more pressing. 

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wecsleys​:

           arthur  was  completely  full  of  himself  at  the  moment,  or  at  least  that’s  what  his  facial  features  were  giving  off  in  that  moment.  he’d  never  feel  as  great  as  he  did  when  he  noticed  a  redness  appearing  on  molly’s  cheeks  when  she  talked  to  him.  ❛  ridiculous  ?  i  guess  i’ll  accept  that,  ❜  he  grinned,  stepping  closer  in  the  same  time  she  did.  it  helped  to  calm  his  nerves,  oddly,  knowing  she  was  beginning  to  make  that  first  move  —  no  matter  how  small  it  may  be.  ❛  but  i  still  think  trouble  can’t  be  beat.  ❜     

          his  lips  formed  an  ‘o’  as  he  nodded,  loving  this  side  of  molly  probably  a  little  too  much.  she  messed  right  back  with  him  and  always  kept  him  on  his  toes,  even  if  he  didn’t  start  it.  ❛  oh,  that’s  right,  i  forgot  you  were  top  of  our  class.  guess  that  means  you  did  some  studying  into  me,  yeah  ?  ❜  he  teased  right  back  at  her.  she  truly  was  the  brightest  girl  he’d  ever  met,  brains  and  everything  else  in  between.  merlin,  maybe  she  was  even  better  at  dishing  out  the  jokes  than  he  was  at  times.  everything  seemed  to  come  naturally  for  her  in  arthur’s  eyes.  a  girl  who  could  do  anything  so  effortlessly,  but  still  make  the  largest  impact.  ❛  ahh,  see,  ❜  he  agreed,  shaking  his  head  as  laughter  escaped  his  lips.  ❛  that’s  why  you’re  the  smart  one.  i’ll  leave  the  getaway  broom  to  you  then.  ❜  

          as  molly’s  own  laughter  got  quieter,  arthur’s  stomach  began  to  drop.  he  was  completely  terrified  that  she’d  turn  him  down  immediately,  but  even  more  terrified  that  she’d  think  about  it  and  still  say  no.  godric,  please  don’t  say  no.  his  throat  began  to  dry  as  he  waited  for  a  response  of  any  kind,  whether  it  be  from  her  mouth  or  from  her  body  language.  he  nearly  suffocated  on  the  breath  he  had  been  holding  before  letting  it  out  as  a  deep  sigh  when  she  asked  her  first  question.  arthur  could  barely  get  his  own  answer  in  before  she  began  her  own  round  of  spewing  out  questions.  now  who’d  that  remind  him  of  ?  ❛  yes.  ❜  his  reply  was  simple  as  his  smile  grew  wider.  ❛  but  not  like  a  date.  an  actual  date.  i’d  like  to  take  you  on  a  date,  molly  prewett.  ❜  not  sure  what  to  do  with  his  hands,  he  instinctively  grabbed  hers,  not  even  noticing  anything  around  them  that  wasn’t  her.  especially  the  bookkeep  who  had  been  listening  in  on  their  entire  conversation.  ❛  tomorrow  ?  are  you  free  tomorrow,  any  time  ?  ❜

arthur weasley was radiating cheekiness and the most irritating part was that she wasn’t the slightest bit mad, how could she when he was simply drawing closer to her? a cheeky smile of her own painted itself on her lips as she tilted her head back to take a look at the gorgeous boy that was a rather permanent thought in her mind, “keep that up and i’m going to have to do my civic duty and prove you wrong” she teased.

laughter bubbling as his shock was apparent, “you might need to work on your impassivity -- that face of yours is far too honest” and that’s what she adored the most about the boy in front her, arthur didn’t hide. he wasn’t one thing and then another behind a door -- what she saw, was exactly what she got -- or well, what the world got. he was unapologetically himself and that was so pure. eyes practically rolling as she gave him a gentle shove -- “yes” she clucked, a sigh soon following, she would give him this, “how else would i spot your weaknesses?” she mused, as if he had any -- she could observe him -- she had observed him for years and what she once thought were faults just seemed like quirks, what once irritated her had her heart racing. she grew up  -- she grew out of her irritation and saw him for what he was, someone who made the world just a little bit more brighter. she could kick herself for not seeing it sooner. the smile that tugged at her lips was etched with absolute pride, “wise man -- acceptance is the first step, is it not?” grinning as she tapped her chin for a second, “now if you can just get to the part where you praise my absolute brilliance, i would say that you’ve made it”

“yes?” she repeated, eyes wide -- heart on her sleeve as she felt her heart thudding faster, her smile matching his as she took a moment to bask in his yes -- she hadn’t gone absolute mad. she wasn’t alone in her hopes and her hands were no longer empty as he grabbed hers, it was an instinctive pull as she moved closer, her smile could be blinding at this rate. “there’s no one else i’d rather spend my time with, arthur weasley” she mumbled, tipping her head back to look at him -- she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to tear her gaze away from his. took her a few seconds longer to realize that he had asked her a question -- cheeks flushing as she cleared her throat, hands very much in his, “tomorrow?” mind scouring to remember if there was truly anything on her agenda, “tomorrow -- anytime works” she promised as she gave his hands a squeeze, she was basically rocking back and forth on her heels, excitement had her as crazed as a child with wonder - if she had any sense of pride she would attempt to play it cool, but she was done hiding what was in her heart. 

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wecsleys​:

           ❛  oh,  ha  ha,  ❜  his  tone  laced  with  sarcasm  as  he  gave  her  a  playful  role  of  his  eyes.  he  could  call  her  mollywobbles,  right  then  and  there  in  front  of  everyone,  if  he  truly  wanted  to,  but  he  didn’t  feel  like  seeing  her  cheeks  burn  red,  just  yet.  ❛  you  know,  i’ve  always  wanted  a  stalker  for  myself.  you’re  probably  the  greatest  looking  stalker  a  boy  could  get,  you  are.  ❜  he  grinned  as  he  plopped  his  stack  of  books  on  the  counter  before  him.  now  that  his  hands  were  free,  he  pushed  his  hair  out  of  his  eyes  to  see  her  better  and  merlin,  was  she  perfect.  he  couldn’t  believe  someone  like  her  continuously  wanted  to  talk  to  him.

               ❛  tell  me,  what’re  you  really  here  for  ?  hopefully  not  a  book  on  how  you  can  out-trouble  me  because,  i  must  say,  it  doesn’t  exist.  ❜  arthur  gave  her  the  same  scoundrel  smile  she  mentioned  previously,  thinking  he  was  terribly  funny.  but  now,  he  needed  to  be  brave,  because  it  was  perfect  timing  and  he  had  finally  worked  up  the  confidence  to  ask  molly  out  on  a  proper  date,  something  that  was  long  overdue.  ❛  jokes  aside,  actually…  ❜  he  began,  his  hands  properly  shaking.  ❛  would  you  like  to  go  out  sometime  ?  like  go  get  dinner,  or  even  something  better  than  isn’t  completely  boring  but  still  involves  food  ?  ❜  he  ended  it  at  that  question  before  scaring  her  off  with  his  word  vomit.

cheeky smile stretched her lips as he rolled his eyes -- was it possible to miss every little thing about a person? because surely she was taking it all in and perhaps it was because she feared for the quiet lull that would happen once they parted, “you --” she started, cheeks reddening -- his compliment wasn’t lost in the noise of her embarassement, no she was sure that it would be in a loop in her dreams, “are ridiculous” she finished, her smile was the farthest thing from annoyance as she took a step closer. he was a force that always drew her in and here she was rather pitifully wanting that hand to be hers and yet she could never justify that closeness -- 

“oh, i don’t need a book for that --” tapping her temple as a brilliant smile that matched his stretched at her lips, “it’s all up here, i don’t need a book to teach me how to be daring -- it’s in my blood” she was a prewett and a gryffindor alike and maybe if she truly allowed herself to tap into her deviousness -- life would look a bit different. molly, however liked herself the way she was as much as she liked knowing that part existed, “i think i’ll leave the troublemaking up to you -- someone needs to bail you out and keep you alive” laughter soon quietening as he called for her attention once more - it was the jokes aside that had rather captured by him. arthur weasley was nearly always teasing  -- moments like this she wished that someone had taught her the art of being coy or at least have somewhat of a poker face, but her had caught her off guard -- nearly like he always did, but this? yes -- was all that she wanted to utter, but there she stood wondering if this was two friends hanging out or maybe -- something more? she’d usually laugh at herself for even thinking of that being a possibility, but his hesitance - the fluster in his actions gave her hope. 

“go out like a date?” she questioned softly, gaze meeting his as a shy smile tugged at her lips, “-- and if that’s not what you mean” she added, the panic once kicking in because she was being presumptuous, wasn’t she? what if he just wanted to be friends - that’s what that first night was, wasn’t it? as much as her dreams told a different story -- “i’d still say yes” she breath out, very much implying that it was a yes for the former, but she hated hiding -- at least in this moment she did. “-- but i’d like it to be a date” she finished, with what was left with her confidence. she was no coward, she’d ask for what she wanted and hope that the universe wasn’t too cruel. 

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teddystonk​:

    her  words  spark  a  lazy  smile  to  pull  on  his  lips  ,  only  pushing  away  from  the  embrace  with  his  friend  to  give  her  an  incredulous  glance .  “  so  i  can  expect  that  next  time  i  receive  an  owl  from  you  that  you  expect  my  company ,  i’ll  be  exempt  from  a  lecture  when  i’m  famously  late ?”  he  knows  even  if  he  asks  now ,  molly  would  still  be  the  very  same  protective  person  teddy  knows  her  to  be .  it’s  not  him  complaining  in  the  least  bit -  “ i  wasn’t  going  to  say  anything  ,”  teddy  says  defensively  but  his  brows  do  rise  with  curiosity  as  the  pair  walk  towards  the  kitchen .  “ but  i  do  have  to  ask : what  have  you  so  graciously  prepared  for  us ?”                               

    the   shift  in  conversation  is  welcomed ,  especially  when  he’s  made  himself  comfortable  leaning  against  the  middle  counter  until  teddy   is  forced  to  sit  on  the  stool.  “ i  cannot  think  of  much ,  really .  since  i’ve  been  back  home ,  dad’s  picked  up  this  new  hobby  of  trying  to  tame  the  small  yard  we  have  in  the  back .  he’s  convinced  he  can  grow  a  few  plants  and  save a  few  coins  at  the  market .  that’s  ,  of  course ,  caused  some  ruckus  with  my  mum  who  knows  that  he  never  follows  through  his  brilliant  ideas .  maybe  i’ll  finally  put  use  to  what  sprout  has  taught  us  and  make  sure  that  the  crops  don’t  wilt -  the  plants  shouldn’t  have  to  fall  victim  to  his  impulsive  decisions , ”  teddy  jokes  ,  though  it’s  probably  no  secret  that  he’d  have  to  rely  on  some  charms  than  having  to  manually  do  it . “ i   was  actually  quite  surprised  i  heard  back  from  hog’s  head  about  the  position ,  but  i’ve  started  to  see  why  they  seemed  a  bit  desperate .  but  it’s  manageable  .”  instead  ,  he  watches  her  prepare  the  tea  cup  ,  grateful  that  he  managed  an  afternoon  with  molly   for  a  change  of  scenery .   “ have  your  family  driven  you  mad  already ?”     

the familiar roll of the eyes kicked in and that seemed to be a side effect of being around teddy tonks - she felt very much like herself. “if i exempted you from a lecture, i promise you - you would be horrified and question if i’m truly myself, so for both of our sakes, i will grant you a well thought out lecture and compromise with making it shorter” cheeky smile stretched at her lips. “of course you weren’t --” she murmured knowingly, “shepherd’s pie -- thought we could have some comfort food” 

“maybe this one will stick -- i think there’s something about gardening that’s rather soothing, i mean as long as the tyrannical gnomes don’t ruin it, which won’t be a problem for your folks --” brows pinching together, “would it? i always wondered what it was like for muggle lawns -- do you notice anything out of the ordinary?” turning her head to spare him a glance as she moved the hot kettle off the stove. “sprout would be beaming with pride if she heard you now -- i think the plants will forever be in your debt” she teased. “dad mentioned that the auror and hit wix trainee programs have relocated to hogsmeade -- i don’t think you’ll have a boring night. i’ll come and keep you company” she promised, reassuring smile tugging at her lips. anything to keep that smile on his face -- “oh, up the wall” she groaned, and despite her irritation, he would be able to hear the fondness in tone -- she had missed home. “the twins are insufferable as usual -- my parents interrogated me the second i got home” she added, “-- as if i was keeping something from them, my mum is now all of sudden concerned that i haven’t been putting myself out there and rather given up on nabbing a lovely lad, which is ridiculous because i’m twenty -- i’ve all the time in the world. i think they’re just worried, but i don’t keep to myself -- at least not any more -- i have you” pointing at him firmly as she placed the tea cup in front of him. she finally hoisted herself on the counter -- a luxury she could allow herself when her mum wasn’t within sight, “have i been available?” she questioned, eyes begging for honesty -- wondering all the same if this was why she hadn’t heard from a certain ginger haired boy. 

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wecsleys​:​

         the  butterflies  once  in  his  stomach  had  turned  to  bubbles  that  were  on  a  continuous  boil.  he  hadn’t  yet  started  at  the  ministry,  and  the  waiting  was  doing  him  in.  arthur  kept  overthinking  and  discrediting  his  own  abilities,  thus  forcing  himself  into  the  bookstore  to  not  only  browse,  but  to  find  anything  on  the  subject  of  muggle  studies  and  histories.  with  a  stack  nearing  a  height  that  went  beyond  even  the  tops  of  his  unruly  hair,  arthur  could  barely  see  where  he  was  walking,  truly  just  hoping  he’d  be  able  to  get  to  the  front  desk  without  injuring  himself  or  someone  else…  or,  really,  his  own  wallet.  his  own  vault  at  gringotts  as  barren  as  the  land  he  grew  up  on.  

           “  oi  —  watch  out  !  floating  books  on  the  move  !  ”  arthur’s  voice  rang  in  a  sing-song  tune.  his  hair  had  flopped  over  his  eyes  and  he  nearly  tripped  on  his  own  shoelaces  when  he  noticed  the  same  head  of  hair  he  had  been  pining  after  for  weeks.  he  wasn’t  sure  if  she  had  noticed  him  yet,  but  wouldn’t  be  surprised  since  he  had  just  made  a  scene  in  the  store  to  begin  with.  turning  to  the  side  so  he  could  see  over  the  books,  arthur  lifted  his  chin  up  to  see  beneath  his  hair  to  ensure  it  truly  was  her  —  and  it  was.  “  prewett  !  …  are  you  following  me  ?  ”  he  added  with  the  cheekiest  of  grins.

STARTLED to say the least, molly found herself taking a step back right into the shelf, back aching slightly and she thanked her reflexes for ducking, the last thing she needed was to be defeated by a book, she could save herself from the embarassement of having to get back up from a treacherous fall. “thank you --” she breathed out, curls whipping as she turned to thank her stranger only to find that tug in her gut at the sound of that voice wasn’t just her imagination playing devious tricks, it was very much arthur weasley in the flesh. 

the smile that stretched her lips was embarrassingly wide - she couldn’t even muster much of a front, it was pure unadulterated joy as she breathed out, “oh yes” she chuckled, as if it was obvious as he stated. “i’ve been tracking you, you see --” she mused, placing the book in her hands back on on the shelf as she took a step toward him, “it’s that scoundrel smile of yours, i found myself missing the irritation that came with it--” 

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she had nearly gone mad -- molly prewett was not one who was satisfied by sitting idly at home, she managed to do everything on the chore list, fabian and gideon would worship her existence by the end of it, she had even knocked their chores off the list -- she had been so desperate that she had gotten ready to de-gnome the front lawn, as she tucked herself into her gear - in that moment she knew she had to get out of the house -- 

pince could argue that her library was in top shape, but nothing would beat the shelves of flourish and blotts, tucked away in a corner, sheltering her dress from the breeze of the front door -- godric knew she didn’t need a repeat of the summer of 75′, molly was happily distracted -- distracted from the stress that could only come from nerves of her first day, distracted from the longing in her heart for more time to be a child and most of all, distracted from the ginger haired boy that tended to haunt her dreams -- 

@wecsleys​

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teddystonk​:​

   the giddiness that teddy had felt when he had received the letter that morning was still there as he prepared to leave his home. sure, the initial excitement of going home was  still  there  but it  was  now  long  exhausted  as  norma l home life  resumed  and  teddy  hadn’t  been  able  to  explain  why  there  seemed  to  be  something  different  about  him . out  of  some  protective  instinct ,  teddy  would  always  chosen  to  hide  parts  of  his  life  in  the  wizarding  world  and the  attack  caused  amycus  seemed  to  be  another  thing  he’d  keep  secret  from  his  muggle  parents .  they’d  never  understand  the  complexities  and  even  if  they  did ,  it  didn’t  seem  fair  to  worry  them  about  something  so  trivial .  instead ,  the  male  would  continue  to  entrust  molly  -  the  one  person  who  had  faithfully  stood  by  him  through  it  all  and  was  very  much  thankful  for  not  prodding  too  far .  one  last  call  towards  the  kitchen  to  tell  his  mother  he  was  leaving  ,  and  he’s  walking  towards  the  back  of  their  house  and  let  the  sound  of  the  city  mask  the  sound  of  the  SNAP  of  his  apparition .  it’s  become  easier  with  each  visit  to  imagine  molly’s  house -  his  second  home - 

   his  feet  immediately  meet  the  paved  ground  of  the  field  that  contained  the  shack .  since  he  had  last  visited ,  not  much  had  changed  teddy  noticed .  with  each  step  towards  the  door  does  the  smile  on  his  face  stretch ,  until  he’s  standing  in  front  of  it  and  waiting  for  her  to  let  him  in  .  his  friend  greets  him  with  the  very  look  that  had  been  reserved  for  him  since  the  pair  had  met .  “ and  since  when  do  i  have  to  apologize  for  actually  making  the  time  i  promised ?”  it  had  been  his  intent  to  offer  her  a  humorous  look  but  he’s  dragged  into  a  hug .  after  years  of  conditioning ,  his  arms  only  take  several  moments  until  they’re  wrapped  against  her  petite  frame  as  if  he  hadn’t  seen  her  for  years .  “  i  figured  that  since  i  am  a  proper  adult  now  that  i  should  try  a  bit  harder .  it’s  not  like  i’ll  get  away  with  being  late  to  work ,”  he’ll  bask  in  her  warmness  for  another  moment ;  it’s  far  easier  to  live  in  this  bliss  than  admit  that  now  they  had  graduated ,  it  would  be  far  more  difficult  to  see  molly .  without  realizing ,  he  had  become  far  too  dependent  on  her .  “ unless  you  want  me  to  come  back  in  five  minutes ?”

“since your new found punctuality nearly led to a heart attack --” she chuckled against him, that was the thing about teddy, he had a tendency to make everything better, just simply with a hug, now here she was wishing she could do the very same. tugging him inside and closing the door behind them, she turned to give him her undivided attention, “so we will be on our own and no, we don’t need my mum to ensure that we don’t starve -- i’ve got this” she assured with a confidence that came from spending nearly her entire morning in the kitchen. there was no disdain that came with it, cooking was a hobby -- it seemed like her moment to herself, a moment that she could easily get lost in.

pride filled her gaze as her lips stretched into a warm smile, “look at you -- its barely been a few days and you’re embracing adulthood” she teased, “piss off -- i’m not opening that door again, sit your pretty behind on that stool and i will get you a cuppa” she ordered as she they stepped into the kitchen. roaming toward the cupboards as she begun to tug out what she needed, “give me an update in the world of teddy - how are the parents? how’s the job?”