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Starter for @motherlytm ✨

Arthur wearily raised a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn as he stepped into the yard, shutting the garden gate behind him with a gentle nudge from one worn leather shoe. He straightened his robes and readjusted the grip on his bag as he approached the home. Sidestepping one of the hens pecking the ground near the walkway to the slightly lopsided home, he reached the door and pushed it open. Immediately he was met with the warmth from within, and despite the stress that could only accompany the endless paperwork and misuse of magic against muggles that his day had held, the familiar environment nearly allowed him to forget this, even if just for a moment. “Hello,” he called out generally in greeting as he gingerly removed his shoes at the door. “Molly?”

Hanging up his hat on the coat-rack within the door, blue eyes shifted across the room in search of familiar red hair. With all of the kids out of the house, either off working or at Hogwarts mid-semester, it was far quieter in the Burrow. Every creak of floorboards and crackle of the fire was far too evident. Despite the brief amount of calm that came with this amount of quiet, even just superficial as it was considering the state of the world outside of their home, Arthur missed the life that having a full home seemed to bring. His eyes habitually found their way to the clock on the wall. Work, traveling, school, home. He watched as his own face seemed to tick fully into place under home as well. All seemed in order, at least.

A gentle clanking in the next room could be heard, and curiously Arthur made his way towards the kitchen. Molly wasn’t there either, although a mug swirled autonomously in the soapy water held in the sink, hinting at her recent presence. Raising an eyebrow, Arthur raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck as he considered where to check for her first. Despite nearly twenty-five years of marriage, Arthur continually found himself missing her after a long day at the Ministry. 

“Molls? You here?” 

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Starter call!

Like for a small starter with good ole’ Art. Or IM if you’d like to plot something specific. My verses are still under construction, but I’ll make it work!

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my horcrux will live on by tom dion

so beautiful. that song gets me every time. a true work of art. 

arthur’s ur biggest fan, tom dion.

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“ I collect plugs!

          And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries.

   My wife thinks I’m mad. “

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THE     DREAMER     IS     MORE     THAN     JUST     A     SIMPLE     VISIONARY.     HE     IS     A     COMMANDER     WITH     AN     OBLIGATION     TO     SEE     THEIR     REVELATIONS     RESTORED     AND     RENEWED.     I,     LORD     VOLDEMORT,    WILL       DO     MORE     THAN     THAT     ————     I    WILL    LIVE     TO     LEAD     HISTORY     OF     MY      NEW     WORLD.

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“  I collect plugs! 

           And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. 

    My wife thinks I’m mad. “

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Arthur Weasley and the joys of the Muggle metro.

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“  I collect plugs! 

           And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. 

    My wife thinks I’m mad. “

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     “Ah,” began Arthur, attempting to keep his face quite cheerier than he felt, upon sight of Lucius. He’d known that by going to the ministry function it was quite likely he would run into someone he wasn’t quite fond of, but he’d just hoped that it wouldn’t have been so soon after their arrival. Clearing his throat, Arthur attempted what he could of a smile. 

      “Er -- no, I’m not. I was invited through the ministry,” he replied finally, taking a sip of the drink he had been holding in an attempt to stave off anything further that he may have been tempted to say. “It’s ah... good to see you though, Lucius. How have you and Narcissa been?” Pleasantries -- something to at least fall back on, if Arthur found himself stuck in conversation with the other man. He just wished that Molly would hurry up and get back from refilling her drink... She was always better at these things than he was, certainly. 

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––– ╳ HIS step sure as he accepted a goblet of mead from a passing house elf, the young Master Malfoy lifted it in way of greeting to his schoolmate. ❝I must say, I’m surprised to see you here, Weasley. Unless - are you the beneficiary? It’s good to know the face my family’s Galleons are supporting.❞

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        Arthur looked up from the paper he was holding and smiled at the familiar face he saw there. “Ah, hello there!” greeted the Weasley patriarch, smiling as he folded and set the paper before him on the table, so as not to be rude. “Fred isn’t back yet, if you were looking for him. It’s a bit too quiet, as you can probably tell,” added Arthur teasingly, motioning to the house above him as he spoke. 

      “But yes, I am home quite a bit earlier than normal. I actually managed to catch up on my paperwork quite early for once, if you can believe it.” Arthur chuckled at this, before motioning to the chairs across from him. “Take a seat, if you want! Molly and Fred should be back soon, and I know she’d love to see you...” 

@thefoggiest‘s greeter.

~~ She forgot how long the walk from her home to The Burrow actually was,she detested the thorns and the muddy paths that came along with her trek, yet it was always worth it. The Weasley’s were always so kind to her,so welcoming when she came to visit. She stomped through the swampland that covered the last stretch of her journey and with a swift wave of her wand she cleaned herself up before entering the back door. “Knock Knock.” She called as she tapped lightly on the wooden door, jumping a little when she saw Mr Weasley. “Oh, good afternoon Mr Weasley. I don’t normally see you home at this time.” She smiled softly.

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@fractuscantus || Twin Starter!

      Anthony set down the book he had been reading for Charms class, glancing down the watch on his wrist as he checked the time before realizing that it was very nearly almost noon, and therefore it was time to leave for Hogsmeade. Their very last first Hogsmeade trip of the year. The seventeen year old grinned as he stood up and stretched, before making his way up into the Gryffindor dorms where Arthur was still likely sound asleep. 

       Anthony found his twin in bed, blankets pulled up around him and light snores coming from his figure. Rolling his eyes somewhat at this - knowing that Arthur had probably stayed up too late the night before, considering how late in the day it was already - Anthony grinned and moved to plop down beside his brother. “Oi, wake up Art, it’s about time to leave,” he called loudly, pulling the blanket back as he waited for the other seventh year to rouse. “Come on, we can’t miss the our first LAST Hogsmeade trip... And I bet your dearest Molly will be there...” came the teasing remark that Anthony knew would likely earn him at least a hit with a pillow from Arthur. And yet, it was somehow still worth it. 

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Starter for @prctettcre

      Pushing the gate open, Arthur knocked dirt off his boots onto the stone pathway and looked up towards the tall, quite rambling house that Arthur called home. The man could scarcely help but smile to himself at the sight, far more welcome than the ministry and his ever-more cluttered desk there had been as of late. The sound of pots and pans clanging from within the kitchen were evident, and it was a sound that immediately made whatever day Arthur had been having just that much more pleasant. 

       Stepping into the house and removing his coat, Arthur called a general hello to his family, and after greeting his wife - and subsequently being shooed from the kitchen to wait for dinner to be ready - Arthur finally sank down into a seat in their living room, letting out a sigh as he ran a hand over his mussed, ever-thinning red locks. The others would be along soon, he knew. Especially with the promise of dinner awaiting them shortly. Until then, Arthur would simply rest, as his joints had been protesting him to do all day throughout the new wave of biting doorknobs, hexed scarves and the ever-horrifying rubber duck fiasco that the day had brought him...

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Like this for a small starter call!! 

These will be of varying lengths, but I have dropped the ball on Arthur lately because I’ve been busy with school, so I’m going to try to knock them out this week!! 

Mutuals only please, but feel free to like even if we haven’t interacted!

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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“  I collect plugs! 

           And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. 

    My wife thinks I’m mad. “

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mollywobbles:

          It wasn’t like Molly to be running late. Or, well, okay, maybe it was. She was a talkative person, and she had plenty of friends, even among other houses– She was joyful and always smiling, and she tended to bring people together because of it. So, maybe she had lost track of the time, and maybe she was sneaking into the potions room just before the class began.

          Slipping into the first open spot she saw, Molly found herself sidled up next to Arthur– Oh. She hadn’t actually intended that, and as she fought the brief show of red which dusted her cheeks, she offered him a sheepish smile. “Slughorn hasn’t started yet, has he? Hopefully he didn’t notice I wasn’t here yet–”

          Glancing down at the book Arthur had out, her eyes flicked over the pages before looking back up at the boy, a brow raising in question. “You’re on the wrong page– Here–” Reaching over a bit, her fingers flipped through the book before landing on the right page. “You were looking for Alihotsy, right?”

     Arthur flipped another page before letting out a breath in frustration, eyes shifting around the room to those sitting nearby in hopes that maybe someone was already asking the same question as him. Finding this unhelpful, the Gryffindor resigned himself to peering back down at his book. Surely it was there, somewhere. One would think that Slughorn wouldn’t teach them something new... at least, so Arthur hoped. 

      When the chair beside him suddenly moved, and Molly Prewett joined him at his table, Arthur looked up hopefully at her. She was a touch better than he at potions -- well, far better, that was -- and he was desperate for help. He hadn’t even started the potion yet, and he was already lost. “Oh- hello! You haven’t missed anything,” said Arthur after a pause, clearing his throat in surprise as brown eyes glanced towards the front of the room before again returning to Molly. “I think he’s about to start, but I’m sure he didn’t notice...” 

     Then, before he could even ask about the mystery ingredient, it was as though she had read his mind. That, or had overheard his rumblings from moments before. “Yes! Thank you, I probably would have been looking for ages...” came his thanks as he smiled over at her in gratitude. “I’m always so lost in here.”

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@fleurxdelacour​ continued from x

       “No bother at all,” Arthur replied quickly, waving off her words and offering a smile. “Bill needs his rest, anyway, and I’m more than happy to help... I’m afraid I was quite awake, already.” In truth, Arthur felt as though he hardly slept as of late, considering all of the extra work he was faced with alongside the terrors their very future threatened to hold. Pushing such thoughts aside, Arthur moved to fetch the glass of water and extended it to her a moment later once it was in hand. 

       “What’s keeping you up so late? The twins being too loud again?”