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What luck! You've stumbled upon the one and only Arthur Weasley. He's a bumbling but loveable creature. Treat him well and he's likely to do the same. RP blog for Marauder's era Arthur Weasley. He's part of the 'Avenue of Hope' group.

[abumbling-blog]

sweethoneybird:

“Radio waves! They shake the tiny water particles in the food. Fascinating, isn’t it? I suppose convenience is a reason for many muggle inventions. Since we don’t typically have magic to do things for us, we must find other ways to make things easier or more accessible to us.”

“ Marvelous, really! You muggles are all so resourceful and creative; it’s impressive, really! Tell me about your favorite device, won’t you? What one thing do you think you couldn’t live without? What does it do? How does it work? ”

[abumbling-blog]

lily-catherine-evans:

“Well, they make toast by heating up the bread till it cooks.”

“ You must hate me asking all these questions! Bloody hell, I haven’t even asked you how you are, have I? I’m a fool, I’m sorry. Let me start this whole business over. How are you? ”

[abumbling-blog]

sweethoneybird:

“It heats things up! Much like an oven, although it’s often a bit faster. Some people would even argue it’s more convenient. although I think that’s up to preference.”

“ But how does it work? Do you know? Convenient! What a wonderful word. Is that the reason for many inventions? ”

[justinripley]

[abumbling-blog]

lily-catherine-evans:

“It warms up and/or cooks food really quickly.”

“ Fascinating! Truly, a marvel! Alright then, what about toasters? ”

[abumbling-blog]

                  “What exactly does a - a microwave do?”

[sweethoneybird]

Vegas placed a slender hand to her friend’s arm gingerly, taking note of the tense set of his jaw before turning her gaze to the platinum head of hair trailing away from their sight. There was an unfamiliar fire brimming in the redhead’s eyes that she had yet to experience. Something about the way Lucius Malfoy’s face seemed to twist into a permanent sneer in her presence had always made her uncomfortable, but his poor attitude seemed much more bearable when it was not making her friend so undeniably terse.

“Are you alright, Arthur?”

[abumbling-blog]

The distinct shade of red Arthur saw behind his eyes was darker and deeper than the fiery locks of his hair. He knew that grinding his teeth wasn’t doing any sort of good, but murderous impulses had never been his forte and swallowing his emotions even less. The only comfort to the boy was that one day - one sweet glorious day - Lucius Malfoy was going to get everything he had coming his way. If that happened to come at the end of the Gryffindor’s wand...all the better.

“What?” 

He shook his head, attempting to focus on the blonde curls and cherub face before him. Instantly, Arthur was all smiles and awkward hand gestures. If it weren’t for the flush on his face, you’d never know anything was wrong.

“I’m good - fantastic. Smashing, really! Just a fly buzzing in my face, you know?”

[effie-vescent]

   Molly lifted her face to the sun, enjoying one of the few warm days that Hogwarts had seen in a long time. She had a book of muggle fairytales in her lap that she was paying no attention to and a glass of pumpkin juice half-finished by her side. Honestly, she was sitting far too still to truly relish the day and it’s weather. Molly wanted to go out and do something. At that moment, she saw another red head across the courtyard. Molly jumped from her relaxed seat and practically skipped across the courtyard.                  “Arthur Weasley, you delightful human being! How would you fancy a boat ride across the Black Lake with me, hm?”

[abumbling-blog]

Arthur ambled through the courtyard, enjoying the fresh air and faint teasing breeze as he went over a mental list in his head of all the essays he still had to do. He was horrible about doing things on time and had a habit of rambling on this or that subject. In a way, it worked to his advantage in terms of the length of his parchment. The Gryffindor had never had a problem meeting the word requirement for an assignment.

           "Molly!" 

Her named was an excited yip from his lips as the girl all but shocked the skeleton from his flesh. He was almost certain his face was flushed to match his hair as her words sank in. Still, a lopsided grin spread across his features as he nodded his head. What was coursework in comparison to the company of the little ball of fire before him?

"After a compliment like that, who am I to say no, eh? Is that how you usually get your way, Mollywobbles?" He used the nickname affectionately, tugging on a strand of her titian hair. Arthur was making a point to will away the nervous fluttering in his stomach. He was her friend before anything else, after all. 

"We could make a race of it. Last person there has to row the boat without magic?"

[thegingerprewett-deactivated201]

"Can you actually believe that someone would send Molly lingerie?” Fabian shook his head, topping off his glass of butterbeer. “I know they were only taking the piss - whoever it was - but she’s a bloody baby.” His expression was a sour one until a thought occurred to him, and the Gryffindor smiled, eyes crinkling in mirth. “Still, you should have seen her face, Arty. Half enraged, half scandalized - a true sight for sore eyes.” Reaching for another of the bottles, he quickly popped off the cap before settling back on one of the plush red couches the boys were currently sprawled across. “Anyway,” he waved a hand, taking a swig. “Did St. Valentine bring you anything this year?”

[abumbling-blog]

Arthur shifted slightly, taking a preemptive drink from the bottle in his hands as he deliberately made a point n o t to think of the little blue number that had been gifted to Fabian's sister. He had only seen it briefly - a faint glimpse of strappy sleeves and royal blue velvet - as Molly had rushed past the Fat Lady, through the common room and straight to her dorm with it. Just the glimpse was enough, though.

"Whoever the git was, he sent all the girls lacy things," he groused from behind the mouth of his bottle. "Bloody disrespectful is what it is." Still, Arthur found himself laughing along with his friend. Molly had a flighty temper and was adorable when she was truly set off about something - as long as that something didn't involve himself or her brothers. Then she was scary as hell and it was better for all of them to hide until the fire died out a bit.

"I got a few things, I guess." He shrugged, taking another drink despite the faint redness in his cheeks. Arthur hadn't actually expected to get anything. "It's more of a holiday for the girls, eh? Speaking of, did you have any Hufflepuffs stripping for you again this year? Amos had his chocolate spiked." 

[nepenthenism]

"With all the family that I seem to be about to lose, I could definitely use more friends.  Ha ha, do you really think so? Any excuse to cause a bit of havoc in the lion’s den is a good excuse for me to be there - specially if it is to see you, Mister Arty. Ohh that sounds lovely, who knew you could be such a romantic, Arty? An inaccurate one it seems. It has more so legends and old myths, but I do kind of refer it that way. It adds a little something. “ 

[abumbling-blog]

" It's hard to misplace an entire family, Miss. Andy - especially when they're in every crack and crevice of this castle. One or two will always be found, at the very least. You should have more faith in them, and if not...then they're the ones worse off for it. Whatever happens. You will always have a friend in me! Romantic? N-no! You're mistaken. She's my best mates' sister and a lovely, lovely girl, but...ah. Let's just forgo the subject, yes? An inaccurate map, did you say? Interesting. Perhaps its someone's way of telling you that the only path in life one can rely on is their own? If even maps are not to be believed. "

[malxfoi-blog]

"  Why, would everyone look at that? Weasley trying to act his art of the knight. precious, truly. That is the only thing they can be accounted for, no - what else do they have to give? Your honor means nothing to me. You mean n o t h i n g to this world, Weasley, have you not realized that? I will not discuss the matters of a true pure witch with you, but I will tell you that if I decide to threaten you, it will not come with a warning. “

[abumbling-blog]

" And you're nothing without all your precious money, Malfoy. You think anyone in this castle give's a second thought to you as a person - that you mean a single bloody thing outside of your family name and the gold in your vaults? Maybe I am nothing to this world, but at least what I've got wasn't  b o u g h t. Oh, but you're bloody right about that! If you decide to threaten me it'll be through someone else's hands. What's the matter? You know, I bet you can't even wipe your arse on your own for fear of getting your hands dirty. "

[oohbucky]

Charles Bingley appreciation post because why not

[nepenthenism]

"Oh, no, no Mister Arthur don’t listen to Skeeter! She’s awfully melodramatic. Remus and I are just… we are friends. I know most think otherwise, but Remus is a very nice boy whose company I happen to enjoy. And these rumors really need to stop, I do not like them. No one could take your place, Arty, you have my word that you are quite unique in my heart. Oh, do tell, what did you give her?! Yes, well I received chocolates, cards, jewelry, and a book and a map, actually."

[abumbling-blog]

"We could all use more friends in the world, love. I'm glad you've found one in Remus and vice versa! I'd even dare to say you balance one another out quite nicely. And if it means you'll be spending more time among the lion's den, how can I be against it? Who else will help me with the next muggle trap my hands get a hold of, hm? Well, I got her necklace with a little globe and a teddy bear. I also picked out some flowers from the peddlar woman in Hogsmeade. A map? What sort of map?"

[malxfoi-blog]

" Full of shite is still better than whatever you’re made of, Weasley. Ah, such mean words for a ferocious wizard! Do your part, but be mindful - this spell can be tricky for the bellow average wizard. Too pure? Why, there’s no such thing, Weasley, what foolishness have you believed? I did hear she was gifted quite an ensemble this past holiday, so perhaps you’ll have at least one good night. Are you attempting a thread? Now, that is laughable.”

[abumbling-blog]

" You mean warm blood and actual functioning organs, Malfoy? Makes sense you wouldn't know anything about that. I'd feel sorry for your future wife if the entire castle wasn't certain she was finding b l i s s elsewhere. Courtship can be tricky for a below average wizard, yeah? I'm not attempting anything. If a Weasley can be accounted for anything, it's their honor. I will beat your arse if you say another negative word about Molly Prewett. You reckon your precious blood will look any different than someone else's spattered on the floor? "

[nepenthenism]

         ” Oh, stop it! Of course I’d never leave you! You have become such a tease, Mister Arthur, I do wonder where you hear these rumors so. But now that you’ve mentioned it, you do need to tell me why is it that you’d forgive me. And now, on the subject, I did hear you gifted quite a lovely present to a certain redhead, so are those rumors true? “

[abumbling-blog]

" Me, a tease? And you've become a comedian!                Where does anyone hear rumors? Skeeter is prattling on and on about all sorts of scandal and intrigue. You would think we were all living in a gothic novel with the comings and goings of our fellow man. Ah, but I'm talking about Remus, of course! If he's the one making you smile in my place, I happily secede. I gave her presents, yes. Molly deserves them...as do you! You received many lovely things, yes? "

[malxfoi-blog]

" Weasley, of course - I’d have the luck to have you as partner. Now please do step back and be quite, I know potions are not exactly your expertise. Perhaps you could stare at Miss Prewett’s behind while you’re at it, that’d be the most productive task you could do at this moment.”

[abumbling-blog]

" I'd tell you to stuff it but you're already full of shite, Malfoy. Just give me the blasted dropper and I'll do my part so long as you keep your hair pomade from dripping into the cauldron. ALSO, I'd kindly ask you to shut your bloody mouth and keep names too pure for your snake's tongue from passing over your lips. Don't you dare speak about Molly like that! Though, I can't say I blame you for the lack of value you put on your life. " 

[abumbling-blog]

" If you aren't a vision, I'm not sure I know what is!           I'd thought you'd forgotten all about your poor ginger friend, Miss. Andy. Then again, you've                 been so terribly busy - or so the gossip vine tells us all. In which case, I must forgive you for               abandoning me so! "