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Arthur Weasley. Husband to one, brother to two, father to five, home to many.

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Molly and Arthur Weasley steal a kiss away from prying eyes shortly after their wedding.

Taken by Gideon Prewett

Circa 1968

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Tea, One Sugar? || Arthur and Gideon || 17th December 1978

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Gideon followed Arthur’s eyes to his sister. Sometimes it still felt strange seeing her like this, with her family, her husband, her children, when he still remembered that little girl so clearly, that would wake him in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare. Protecting her had been so much easier back then. A bittersweet little smile on his lips, Gideon also noticed how much she looked like their mother, especially right now.

“I try my best to come over as much as possible, really.” He quickly defended himself. Gideon knew his visits had become fewer but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. There were just so many other things he had to take care of, Fabian being on top of that list. Checking in on his brother had become something close to an obsession and with the threat of the war, letting him out of his sight for too long never felt right. He was aware that he was being too clingy, co-dependent, that it was unhealthy. But who could blame him? Their names were on a deadpool. Leaving the house, even if it was just to get groceries, was dangerous. And while he made sure they were always properly warded, even their homes weren’t completely safe anymore. They all had to sleep with one eye open.

And it wasn’t as if his job was getting any less stressfull either. It was still boring as hell, but also utterly time-consuming. Maybe he should really quit. The thought had occurred to him on more than on occasion and with every day spent erasing people’s memories or in his cubicle, writing the same report over and over again, it sounded less like a bad idea.  It would definitely mean more time he could spend with his family and also on missions for the Order. Or find something else to do. Who knew, maybe Tom needed a second bartender. Not that he was particularly good at bartending.

“Have I ever refused a meal my sister cooked?” Gideon grinned. After all, it was one of the few opportunities to get some real food. He was usually living off coffee, cigarettes and fruit these days, having some take-out or a sandwich from the Ministry shop every now and then. Not exactly healthy, but it did the trick. Catching a lunch break was harder than catching a smoking break. He could probably come here for dinner every night if he wanted to. Molly loved feeding people.

“I might go in afterwards. Still have a few files on my desk that should have been in the archives last week. This war is definitely too much paperwork for me.” And it has turned you into a cynic, Prewett. How pathetic. Humor had been his way of coping as long as he could remember. Something doesn’t go your way? Make fun of it and it won’t seem so bad anymore. And when he and Fabian had started at Hogwarts, it had only taken them a few weeks to aquire a reputation as the school’s most notorious pranksters who spent more time in detention than anyone else. Gideon got a real kick out of making people smile and laugh, something that wasn’t as easily achievable nowadays. It made him angry, but he was good at hiding his frustration behind his trademark mischievous grin most of the time. 

"So, have you made plans for New Years yet?" he quickly changed the subject before his thoughts could wander any further into this direction. It was too gloomy for his taste. "I’m sure the boys would love some fireworks."

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He raised a hand from Percy's back, palm out flat in defence. "I wasn't pointing fingers. I know you're busy, and you have to look after Fab, I get that. We'd come to you but the boys." Art dropped his hand, rubbing circles into Perce's back, it was more to comfort himself really. Chewing the iside of his cheek, he was avoiding any confrontation really, he didn't want to push him away. It was becoming less of a skill to him and more of an inhibition that just happens during war, Arthur had managed to solve more small arguments in the past week than he had in the past three years. "You know I appreciate all of the time I have with you two." He stood and walked Percy over to the sofa, putting a blanket over him and tucking him in.

Whilst he was up, he walked to fill up a glass, dropping his mug into the sink. Taking a sip of water, he leant against the counter. There was always this doubt he held in the back of his mind that he'd wake up and everyone around him would have ran off into another country to remain sage. In preparation for that as a realirt, he aimed to make every meeting count. The reality of it all was so close, it was a choice that he'd never blame a friend for taking, for being safe. Protecting their families or even just themselves. Drinking a few mouthfuls of water, he walked back to his seat and was calm once again. It was just that rush of thoughts that pushed him to just spending time happily with people. "I'd be surprised if you'd have turned down the offer, worried to be blatantly honest. She's still my favourite cook after all this time."

Too much paperwork was the problem of his life, the piles and piles of it that just never disappeared. "You're talking to the king of paper." He pointed to the small pile building on his coffee table by his chair. A case a night at home was helping the five or so he was signing off in the day. Although, the war did spice things up and bought interesting cases even if they weren't great situations that had happened. "I think we have jacket spuds tonight, maybe corned beef and beans too." Dinner wasn't just food in the Weasley house, it was the solid family time that they always had, if there wasn't any other time in the rest of the day. It was imperitive that he was always there on time and he wouldn't miss it unless he was physically injuried or there was a physical problem in his way.

"There's always this massive muggle event on in Trafalgar and I want to take the kids, it'd be nice for them to see the culture." He couldn't wait for the time and it showed in the gleam in his eyes, it was pure excitemet. There wasn't anything behind him that he would put him off of seeing muggle culture in person. It was an amazing thing, the atmosphere was amazing and he could already imagine everything all vivid and sound through his body. "Their fireworks aren't quite as good as yours but we'll bring them to you afterwards, you can give them a real show."

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How often do you fart?

I don’t know. Is it something you should keep tabs on? Ask Bill or Charlie, they’ve probably got a better idea of their fart count. 

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A Rare Occurence || January 5th 1979 || Arthur & Molly

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A small smile tugged on the corner of Molly’s lips as she heard familiar footsteps coming down the stairs. She had grown accustomed to the foot patterns of every one of her Weasley boys: Arthur walked rather than scampered like the boys, and she was well-trained to listen for him the rare nights they have alone. The evening had worked like a marvel, with very few breakdowns from the boys. Right on schedule, the timer went off and Arthur appeared, red wine soon after.

Joining her husband at the table, Molly took a slow, grateful bite into her pasta. She felt a comforting sort of warmth spread through her body, allowing herself to relax in her seat for the first time all days. The boys were safely in bed, husband by her side. It was a rare moment of peace, and Molly savored it. 

"My day was fine," she said lightly, waving her fork airily. "Just the usual nonsense with the boys. How was yours? Any new biting teacups?" She gave him a faded smile, trying not to show how tired she really was. These moments of relaxation were lovely, but they allowed the reality of her own tiredness to sink in.

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Art took his seat and started eating, it was nice to be just the two of them. It made a change. He loved his boys with his life but there were moments that were just made by being alone with his wife. It was so easy to forget the time flying past. Weeks passing like flies, months disappearing into the past, the boys growing so quickly. Both of them had been busy and whilst it seemed like yesterday they were talking about living together, the now was finally still, just for one night. 

"Char was desperate to get out on his broom again, I might take him and Bill out into the fields tomorrow morning." Saturdays were a little easier, paperwork in the morning and family in the afternoon. "Actually, it's settling down again. I might be able to wing getting home early this coming week." Arthur looked up at her, she oozed the tired parent and it tugged at his stomach, he should help out. "I will be early this week." The correction was quick as he took a sip of wine. 

"Anything interesting happening that I missed?" There was a lot that he missed in her day to day life, there just were not enough hours in the day to talk about everything, but they had catch ups and this was important to him. Scratching his wrist, he waited for a reply, spearing some more pasta onto his fork. 

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Why Didn't I Know? || Arthur & Alastor || February 1st 1979

7:30pm,

Tonks Residence

The snow had been heavy all day, he really didn't want to leave his home but he couldn't miss this Order meeting, not after what happened with the last mission. Reluctantly leaving the kids with the his mum again, they'd wandered off to the meeting through the snow in the freezing cold. It was difficult as fuck to navigate safely when their usual apparition paths were covered in a good three foot of snow. It was hard to get through the weather but they did it in time.

Arthur had settled into the room by quarter past seven or so. Sitting carefully, he settled down and kept to himself whilst he waited for the rest of the Order to file in. It was warm, folding his coat over the back of his chair, he went to go and find a warm drink. He passed a considerable amount of people and found himself a mug and a teabag whilst he reached for the kettle. The chatter was comfortable to be around, there was way too much silence in the rest of the meetings, anxiously waiting what people had to hear. Now people were asking about broken resolutions and friends of the past.

Stirring some milk into his tea, he settled back into the rest of the crowds and stood at the back of the room, his chair now occupied. Not that it bothered him overly, instead the corner whilst he watched on over the other people was right. It wasn't until he realised that a large Scottish man of the Head Auror variety was doing the same but in a different manner he noticed. "Oi grumpy." Good substitute for his name really, he grinned and shuffled closer. "How're the baby aurors?" Arthur was asked about his children, Alastor had his junior aurors.

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Boxing Day || Ted & Arthur || December 26, 1978

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“I’d like to see that soon,” Ted commented, thinking about the photo of young Molly and her brothers. He remembered their days at Hogwarts – it seemed like a lifetime ago. So much had happened in the few short years; less than a decade ago for him. He could imagine that it would feel much longer for Molly when she saw the old photograph.

I wonder if they’re having the same challenges as we are, he asked himself. He could see the young red head boy trying his new broom out for the first time. “Fantastic! Once I can properly teach her how, I’m sure she’d love that,” he smiled. Yes, one task at a time, Ted.

Dora looked up from her coloring to look at her-all-but-blood uncle to listen to his request. He always asked, and she never minded. With a grin, she changed her hair to a fiery orange-red. Ted missed the point where she had changed it, if he hadn’t he would have stopped her.

“Dora, what have mom and I told you about doing that in public,” he warned.

She huffed, “Don’t change anything if we’re out.”

Ted nodded his head, “Keep it as is until we get home alright?”

Luckily, no one had seemed to notice that a five year old girl had just changed her hair to a completely part of the color spectrum. Dora loved to change certain features, especially if people asked her to. It was her special thing, as he and Andy called it. Being so special, however, had its consequences. The obvious being that in a Muggle setting, it was a big no. Ted had to explain to her many times that most people didn’t have her capability and that it wouldn’t be good if she were to expose it; he had explained it much like how magic-folk weren’t allowed to use magic in their presence. Now with the war, he and Andy felt that keeping her ability more secretively would be better for her.

At Art’s question, he answered, “Yep, done for the day. We’ve finally gotten the hang of actually getting the broom off the ground consistently.” He didn’t remember it being so difficult learning when he was at school. However, given that he was rather clumsy, it took him a while to be able to fly well enough. “We’re going over Grandma and Gramps, right Dora?” Peering down at his daughter, she perked up and looked at him with wide, excited eyes. “Anyways, we haven’t seen them in a few weeks now. And my dad is making his famous turkey.” Ted was looking forward to it. While his and Andy’s cooking was good, there is always something so alluring about eating a meal prepared by your parents. He assumed that it would be the same situation with Dora.

“I think Andy’s going to have me go on a diet after the Holidays. I’ve eaten so much food, Art,” Ted chuckled. When all was accounted for: baked goodies, a few get-togethers, eggnog – lots of eggnog, and little exercise, it seemed like a lot.

“Daddy, what’s a diet,” Dora asked. She had her inquisitive face on.

He thought a little about how to best explain it to her. “It’s where you can only eat certain things and not other things, and to exercise more.” At his response, she scrunched her nose, “That doesn’t sound like fun.” Ted just chuckled, “No, no it’s not, munchkin.”

Looking back at Art, he added, “I don’t suppose Molly’s going to have you go on one too?”

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The time had raced, it didn't help that he was a few years ahead of Ted, those had been the days of fun and late night drinking. It was more like late night nappy changing now. He could barely remember the last night all four of them had gone out and gotten completely mortal. They were all long past teh times of happily doing that, he couldn't do it without the war, too may kids on the mind. "I think Char'll be a natural, Bill picked it up so quickly." Art was going to have a quidditch squad if they didn't stop.

Art raised his hands and offered an apologetic look at the slightly dampened little girl sat opposite him. "I apologise, but I didn't mean that straight away darl, I meant that before I go home when we drop you two off." He reached over and patted her hand. "These muggles just aren't as cool as us lot." He grinned, although inside he was chastising himself a lot. It was dangerous and unintelligent of him to say anything. He winced a little at the thought of what some people would do with her 'talents', let alone those muggle scientists. "M'sorry mate." Art looked up at Ted, it was so easy to forget sometimes, he was too comfortable now compared to somewhere else and it was dangerous.

He'd met Ted's parents a few times over the years, he'd been interested in learning about Ted and his family pre-Hogwarts. It made him what he was today and that was important. There was always osmething special about home cooking from your parents. He remembered the last few dinners that he'd had with dad, he'd always made the best meatloaf that you could imagine. Nothing could even compare to it. That was years ago now, he hadn't eaten meatloaf since his 16th birthday. "Oh yeah." He'd lost track of what he'd said about flying, he's find out again another day.

Perce was settling into his side and was starting to nod off, wrapping an arm around him, Arthur patted his arm. He was happy to stay for another half hour or so but he'd have to get this little man back home. "I think she'd like it. You know, get back that tone we had pre-work and kids and no time. We could do it after work, go for runs and stuff." It'd be useful to drop a few pounds, it was easy to forget weight in war when most people smoked or just drank instead of eating. Plus it'd be nice to have a little more muscle, he could attempt to size up to people. It could be useful. Oh gods, it was so bad that those thoughts were even runing through his head but at the same time he couldn't help but want to move more.

"Should probably think about making a move in a bit, is there anything dire that I should know right now?" Art said that with a smile rather than anything else, but there was undoubtedly that hint of seriousness underneath the usual cheer.

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Deafening Silence || Arthur & Charity || January 28th, 1979

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She flinched away from his hold, the memory of his grip on her arm as he passed her over to fresh—too new. She drew back stiltedly and nodded to his coins. "You should get those." She had to clear her throat. Merlin’s shriveled balls she was not going to get emotional here.

When he turned back to her, she held her hands up, still refusing to look up at him. "You did what you thought was right. I don’t begrudge you that." She thought of all the stares—the questioning gazes that she could feel them even now, and licked her lips, withdrawing again. “I should go though.” Because she was not going to cry in public and she was half afraid she would if they talked for any length of time.

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He bowed his head and walked alongside her. Words had evaded him. Settling to her pace, he clenched his hands into fists, he had see her flinch. He remembered dragging her along. "It's not important." Arthur carried on at her heel. 

Art watched her intently, he heard the thickness in her throat and felt the weight on his shoulders. She'd gone to Azkaban. For his mistakes. His mistakes. "Yeah but I was wrong wasn't I? And you went to a place worse than death for it." He was going to make this alright in any sense that he could. 

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A Rare Occurence || January 5th 1979 || Arthur & Molly

Arthur had showered whilst she had settled the twins, then he told the boys their stories after she'd gotten into the shower. It was a double act that barely happened but it was practised and they would be ready by the time the egg timer went off saying that their dinner was ready. Kissing his children goodnight, he grabbed his towel and dried his hair, leaving it all messy whilst he half tiptoed-half ran down the stairs. Art had reached the kitchen just in time for the ding of the timer, he poured two glasses of red and put the bottle on the table.

Setting out two plates, he set about tidying the front room and making sure that all of the toys were in the appropriate boxes. Whilst he did so, the shower had stopped running and he heard the unmissable sound of his wife coming down the stairs. With a grin, he smoothed out the long-sleeves of his pajama top and followed her to the kitchen.

"Smells good." A statement regular in his home. Making his way to her side, he passed her the two plates and strained the pasta whilst she took the sauce off of the stove. "How was your day love?" Smiling at her working form, he put the saucepans in the sink as she made her way to the table with the food. Saturday nights could be the best.

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Molly Weasley fallen asleep on top of her yarn after a restless night with Percy

Taken by a sympathetic Arthur Weasley

Circa 1976

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Deafening Silence || Arthur & Charity || January 28th, 1979

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She drew up short in surprise, and then blanched when she realized who it was. She’d done a fairly decent job of avoiding Arthur Weasley entirely since the mess. It was inevitable that they’d eventually run into one another but she’d hope it would take longer. A few weeks just wasn’t enough in her opinion.

"Don’t worry, I was just leaving." She murmured, lunch forgotten as she quickly pivoted to abandon the room. Dignity be damned.

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I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I was-... He'd seen her hesitate, he'd see a woman he'd entrusted with being around his family hesitate at the sight of torture instead of helping. She is safe. Arthur shivered slightly as he saw her physical reaction. 

She span away from him and he closed his eyes, the bile rising. He knew the twisting in his stomach was guilt and he was ready for it. "Charity! Char-wait!" He had to sprint to catch her from turning out of his sight, he'd dropped the coins on the floor. "Wait!" He exhaled, trying to remove the lump in his throat, catching her arm. 

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Deafening Silence || Arthur & Charity

Walking through the canteen doors, he aimed for the bowl of fruit, grabbing an orange and banana. Arthur turned to pay, as he did so, he slammed into a rather short figure. Immediately he thought Amelia Bones, then realised the blonde hair and it almost made him release his grasp on the arm that he'd caught. 

"Oh. It's you..." He didn't know what to say or do and the words had crept out of his mouth in a such a neutral, bland tone that he wondered whether it was his or someone else's.

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❖ for my character’s personal thoughts about yours

He’s always made me feel…normal. Or at least he did before—but despite that, he’s still one of the warmest men I’ve ever met. He’s so full of life and curiosity. You don’t meet that kind of exuberance very often. He’s also a wonderful father. I could only ever dream of having a father like Arthur. I hope his children know how very lucky they are, because he listens. He truly wants what’s best for the people he cares about, but he’s brave and he doesn’t hesitate to step into the line of fire if necessary. I admire him. Even though he handed me over to the aurors, he was doing what he thought was right and I can’t begrudge him that…

♣ for my characters thoughts during any general conversation between your and my character

Are you going to hate me forever? I miss talking to you. I miss having someone to share all of my muggle discoveries with. No one else gets it. No one else cares, not really. Some people will nod at me—they’re just trying to be polite though. Its not like when I could chat with you. I miss that. I miss my friend. I’m so sorry I let you down Arthur, you’ll never know how very sorry…

♧ for my character’s reaction if your character were to express romantic interest in my character

“Bloody hell, what were you drinking Arthur? Come on, lets go find the potions master on the main floor.” Because that was the only explanation for such a ridiculous declaration. He loved Molly to distraction. Outside of Molly his children consumed the rest of his time—and he thought she was a traitor. “When are you going to learn that muggles like to spike their tea with random potions that they think will make them feel  better, but really they have no idea what it does?” She batted at his hands and nodded to someone stepping off the lift before pushing him. “Alright, lets go get this mess sorted shall we?”