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henrvkas​:

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐖.

@wecsleys​

            ❝      remind   me   never   to   get   on   your   bad   side   ❞

             ❛  i’m  sorry  you  had  to  see  that,  alice.  i  just  can’t  stand  people  who  speak  about  things  they  know  nothing  about,  especially  when  it  comes  to  my  family.  ❜  

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graemebell​:

It’s another day at Spintwitches, and since Bertha isn’t here yet, Graeme is sitting with his feet up on the front desk, amusing himself by rocking slightly on the back legs of his chair as he listens to the Arrows-Harpies game on the wireless. It’s not as good as being there in person, of course, but he smiles when one of the Harpy chasers manages to score, and the crowd answers with a roar of approval that almost drowns out the commentator. There’s really nothing like quidditch.

He’s still smiling when the bell above the door tinkles, admitting a visitor into the shop. “Thank Merlin, you’re the first person I’ve seen all day,” Graeme tells them cheerfully as he reaches to turn down the radio. “Can I help you with anything?”

              ❛  well,  then  i  must  say  i’m  honored,  ❜  he  chuckles.  he  wasn’t  sure  why  he  had  made  his  way  into  spintwitches,  it  wasn’t  like  he  played  much  quidditch  himself,  but  he  did  enjoy  looking  at  all  the  goods  in  the  shop.  little  would  he  admit,  but  it  was  also  a  great  place  to  listen  to  the  game  that  didn’t  involve  drunk  fools  in  bars  who  cared  more  about  money  and  booze  than  the  actual  sport  itself.  walking  into  spintwitches  was  knowing  you’d  at  least  get  to  talk  to  someone  who  cared  about  the  sport.

            ❛    odd  request,  but  i’m  actually  here  to  ask  if  i  can  listen  to  the  game.  ‘ts  much  quieter  in  here  than  anywhere  else,  you  know.  ❜

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macmcry​:

           ❝      oh   fuck   no   .      none   of   that   swill   .      this   is   some   big   boy   shit   .      firewhisky   surprise   —   blishen’s   and   ogden’s   old   ,      nip   of   glayva   and   a   few   surprises      ❞

           ❛  oh  —  so  you’re  trying  to  poison  me,  is  that  it  ?  i  must  say,  i  don’t  think  i’ve  done  anything  that  terrible  recently,  however  i’m  also  not  one  to  step  down  from  a  challenge.  .  .  ❜  

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mcllyprcwctt​:

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. 

               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.

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teddystonk​:

closed starter ; @wecsleys​​

           ❝ you reckon that you’ll be free this weekend ?  i heard some pub near my place is having some quiz night . i don’t know much muggle  trivia, but  i  saw  that  the   beer’s discounted . ❞

             ❛  even  if  i  was  busy  —  you  know  i’d  clear  my  schedule  to  hang  out  with  you  and  discounted  beer  in  a  muggle  bar,  are  you  kidding  ?!  i  may  not  know  much  either,  but  do  you  think  it’d  be  weird  if  i.  .  .  you  know,  took  notes  ?  ❜

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macmcry​:

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐖.

@wecsleys​

           ❝         ye   must   try   my   latest   concoction   .     it’s   a   real   belter      ❞

           ❛  mary  macdonald  —  you  might  quite  literally  hold  the  key  to  my  wee  heart.  let  me  guess.  .  .  butterbeer  mixed  with  —  ?  ❜

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mcllyprcwctt​:

“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 –”

            ❛  sounds  like  an  awfully  good  thing  to  me,  ❜  he  grinned  devilishly  in  spite  of  molly’s  rebuttal,  but  deep  inside  his  intestines  turned  to  worms.  he  was  nervous  over  something  that  hadn’t  even  happened  yet  all  because  it  had  to  do  with  her.  arthur  squeezed  her  once  more  at  her  whispers,  chuckling  heavily  into  her  ear.  ❛  if  you’re  ever  banned  from  here  then  we’d  have  a  big  problem.  ❜  mostly  because  he  could  already  see  molly  as  his  forever  ice  cream  date,  and  if  she  were  to  be  banned,  well,  he’d  just  have  to  find  a  way  to  buy  the  shop  then.  ❛  yeah,  i’ll  have  to  think  of  something  better  —  ❜  he  agreed  with  a  crinkle  of  his  nose  as  he  rested  his  chin  upon  the  top  of  her  head,  swaying  along  to  whatever  music  was  dancing  inside  of  her  head,  just  happy  he  was  able  to  be  part  of  it.

            ❛  oh,  no.  i’m  not  going  to  give  you  the  satisfaction,  so  instead  my  lips  are  sealed,  ❜  he  grinned  as  he  licked  his  lips  before  motioning  a  lock  and  key  over  his  smile.  he  watched  the  confusion  on  her  face  and  only  took  it  as  good  news  as  he  began  to  lick  the  stickiness  off  of  his  fingers,  ignoring  the  pile  of  napkins  they  had  laid  on  the  table.  ❛  decent  ?  i’ll  take  it  !  ❜  he  cheered,  just  thankful  he  was  also  able  to  prove  her  wrong.  ❛  i  guess  we  both  learned  something  today.  ❜

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mcllyprcwctt​:

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”

     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. ❜

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hectichilde​:

“Exactly right! Wait–” Hilde frowned, trying not to laugh. “No! I’m going to beat you. But it’d still be rude for you not to pay, Weasley.” She punctuated her words with a nod and putting the drinks down. “Avoid home as much as possible. Actually have some fun before NEWTs ruin my life all year? That’s about it. Oh! And Lily was going to help me get a job.”

           arthur  chuckled  at  hilde’s  expression  as  she  tried  not  to  let  out  the  laughter  threatening  to  escape  her  lips.  ❛  newts  won’t  take  up  the  entirety  of  your  year  if  you  don’t  let  them.  believe  me,  i  was  as  stressed  as  could  be,  but  i  still  remembered  to  enjoy  the  quidditch  season  and  time  with  those  that  mattered  to  me.  ❜  he  felt  strong  giving  this  advice,  something  he  would’ve  been  weary  of  had  his  path  not  worked  out  in  the  end.  ❛  that’s  brilliant  !  any  idea  where  at  ?  ❜  

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jcmesptter​:

     “  that’s  just  rubbish ,  i  tell  you .  no  one’s  terrible  at  flying -  you’ve  just  got  to  practice ,  is  all .  if  you’re  any  bit  nervous ,  i  swear  the  broom  just  knows .  you’ve  just got  to  put  your  mind  to  it ,”  or  at  least  that’s  what  james  had  done .  many  things  came  to  him  easily  ,  but  practice  always  made  perfect  and  he  would  even  offer  to  help  arthur .  it’s  always  more  fun  having  other  company  to  share  the  skies  with  too .  “ some  standard  model  hooch  has  us  using ,”  james  now  shrugs ,  not  in  the  slightest  phased  by  the  question .  “ the  engine  runs ,  i  suppose .  but  hell ,  i’m  sure  my  grannie  could  run  faster  than  the  broom  itself .  i’m  just  not  all  that  convinced  i’d  ever  use  a  broom  after  graduating  ,  though .”  

           ❛  are  you  trying  to  tell  me  the  broom  can  sense  when  i’m  nervous…  like  a  dragon  can  ?  ❜  arthur  chuckled  at  the  thought,  and  sure  he  wasn’t  terrible  at  flying,  but  he  has  probably  saved  himself  plenty  of  st.  mungo’s  trips  by  not  attempting  to  become  a  quidditch  extraordinaire.  maybe  learning  a  thing  or  two  from  james  would  be  a  good  hobby  though,  if  he  was  down  as  well.  ❛  poor  broom,  i  hope  you  covered  it’s  ears  before  you  said  that.  ❜  he  teased,  looking  at  the  other  models.  ❛  not  interested  in  going  professional  ?  i  think  you’ve  got  the  skill  to  do  it  if  you  wanted.  plus,  i  don’t  see  any  waste  if  you  use  it  enough  and  get  your  money’s  worth.  ❜  

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closed — @mcllyprcwctt​

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.  

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teddystonk​:

      “ still  one  more  than  me ,”  a  bit  too  dramatic  but  teddy  had  a  point  to  make .  it’s  hardly  the  time  to  be  counting  the  number  of  muggle  clothes  that  he  had  collecting  dust  back  home  that  could’ve  passed  for  fancy ,  but  not  in  the  world  of  wizards .  “ you’d  be  dealing  with  muggles  with  your  new  job ,  right  ?  you’ll  be  fine ,  i’m  sure .  just  don’t  be  asking  your  strange  questions  to  just  anyone  ,  arthur .  i  still  need  some  reason  to  be  your  friend .”    teddy  adds  with  a  laugh ,  taking  liberty  to  take  the  half  empty  glass  from  right  before  arthur .  “ i’d  say  that  i  believe  you ,  but  keep  the  gold .  i  hardly  think  they’ll  notice  some  missing  butter beer .” 

           ❛  we’ll  go  shopping  then,  and  you’ve  got  time  anyway.  ❜  arthur  didn’t  suppose  ted  would  be  attending  any  of  the  atrocious  summer  galas  like  the  other  pureblood  families  had  to,  but  godric  —  what  did  he  know  ?  ❛  yes,  well,  sort  of.  i’ll  be  helping  deal  with  any  muggle  item  that  has  been  magically  tampered  with  or  even  re-placed  into  muggle  homes.  have  you  heard  about  the  muggle  family  who  accidentally  bought  a  charmed  doll  for  their  daughter  ?  i  think  they’ve  been  obliviated  now,  but  imagine  the  horrors  on  that.  ❜  his  eyes  grew  wide  momentarily  before  he  shook  his  head  from  the  thought.  ❛  —  but  don’t  worry,  you’re  the  only  one  i  know  who  will  properly  answer  my  questions  anyway.  and  hey  !  don’t  be  bloody  ridiculous.  ❜  his  eyes  rolled  naturally  at  ted  remarks  as  he  began  to  sheepishly  pick  up  the  coins.  ❛  thanks,  mate.  i  owe  you  one,  seriously.  next  time  you  need  a  favor,  i’ve  got  you.  ❜  

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mcllyprcwctt​:

“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.

           ❛  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  ?  ❜  

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cfmckinncns​:

             "  why  thank  you  ,  mister  weasley  .  i  do  try  .  "  the  implied  formality  in  her  words  didn’t  match  the  grin  marlene  donned  as  she  held  onto  him  ,  nose  scrunching  and  shoulders  shrugging  at  his  question  .  while  she  dealt  with  most  things  in  life  just  fine  ,  boredom  had  never  been  the  blonde’s  strong  suit  —  she  was  ever  moving  ,  and  having  nothing  to  do  drove  her  up  the  walls  .  still  ,  she  did  note  that  while  she’d  rolled  her  way  into  puddifoots  out  of  a  need  for  controlled  chaos  and  a  massive  chocolate  craving  ,  arthur’s  presence  there  was  interesting  .  "  my  arse  is  unbreakable  ,  i’ll  have  you  know  —  it’s  one  of  the  wonders  of  the  wixen  world  ,  it’s  protected  .  but  i’ll  take  a  chocolate  croissant  .  how  'bout  you  ?  funny  place  to  find  you  on  such  a  fine  afternoon  .  "

             ❛  it’s  insured  now,  is  it  ?  ❜  he  couldn’t  help  the  chuckle  that  escaped  his  lips  as  his  brows  furrowed.  the  exaggerations  were  just  another  thing  he  liked  about  marlene,  but  especially  the  roller  skates.  ignoring  her  question,  and  only  for  a  moment,  arthur  ordered  the  treats  he  desired  which  was  definitely  more  than  enough,  and  then  ordered  marlene’s.  ❛  just  getting  some  things,  ❜  he  answered  very  nonchalantly,  grinning  as  he  did  so.  he  paid  for  their  treats  using  the  coins  in  his  pockets  and  dragged  marlene  with  him  as  he  moved  out  of  the  way  to  wait.  ❛  this  was  only  my  first  real  time  here  alone  so  i’m  pretty  sure  i  just  ordered  the  lot  of  it.  ❜  

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mcllyprcwctt​:

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”

         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.

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withcringhcurs​:

﹕   𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧⠀  ›      @beforedawnstarters

      it  was  uncomfortable  to  walk  into  hogsmeade  and  be  met  with  so  many  faces  that  left  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  lifting  —  faces  lily  knew  took  personal  offense  to  people  like  her  .  she  could’ve  not  come  ,  she  had  every  reason  to  simply  stay  home  ,  but  making  an  appearance  at  the  memorial  felt  important  to  her  —  what  had  happened  had  been  a  tragedy  ,  an  abomination  ,  and  the  redhead  had  felt  the  urge  to  come  pay  her  respects  regardless  of  the  company  around  her  .  it  had  been  a  last  minute  decision  ,  so  she  couldn’t  even  be  sure  if  any  of  her  friends  would  be  there  ,  but  for  now  that  didn’t  matter  .  the  small  crowd  formed  around  grace  tuft  meant  she’d  wait  a  bit  ,  give  them  space  ,  instead  moving  towards  the  bar  —  a  gentle  tone  to  her  voice  when  she  moved  to  take  a  place  next  to  another  wix  ,  brushing  past  them  as  she  did  so  .  "  excuse  me  .  "

             of  course  the  weasley  family  in  its  entirety  showed  up  to  support  the  tufts  in  any  way  that  they  could.  even  not  being  close  with  them,  arthur  graduated  with  grace  and  felt  like  it  was  the  right  thing.  had  he  not  know  them  at  all,  arthurs  butt  would  still  have  arrived,  hoping  anyone  would  do  the  same  for  him  if  he  were  in  their  shoes.  he  took  his  time  talking  with  everyone  until  he  decided  to  head  to  the  bar  to  grab  some  water  for  his  throat,  a  con  of  talking  so  much.  ❛  hey,  evans.  ❜  arthur  says  with  a  small  smile  once  he  recognizes  the  fluff  of  red  hair  scoot  past  him.  ❛  i’m  glad  to  finally  see  a  much  more  familiar  face.  it’s  weird  talking  to  all  these  adults  asking  me  how  life  is  when  we’re  at  a  memorial.  you’d  think  this  was  just  another  one  of  their  yearly  summer  events.  ❜  the  sigh  that  left  his  mouth  mixed  with  a  hint  of  disappointment.  

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mcllyprcwctt​:

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. 

           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.  ❜