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rcmesfounder:
“Yeah, Arthur? What’s that something you’re searching for, hm? Something that doesn’t exist in the Wizarding World?”
"I believe that it doesn’t, no. I’m not sure what it is. I’ve just felt out of sorts since we’ve got back. And I feel right terrible about it too for there’s no reason for me to feel uneasy as I’m more privileged than others.”
❝I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.❞ @rcmesfounder
( fab-prewett: )
“Oh hey! Didn’t expect to bump into you here..”
"Neither did I, chap! But it is a pleasant surprise.”
( rebelliousruin: )
“Christ on a cracker, Arthur Weasley, you may just be the worst dancer I know – and I know a lot of bad dancers. Consider it …. an achievement, really?” Her words weren’t laced with anything malicious, not an edge in sight, no Mary was still smiling as she walked closer to Arthur, starting to laugh. “Now, I’ve either got to properly teach you or …..“ Mary started to dance with him, looking like a proper fool next to him. Really, Mary could dance many forms of dance and if Mrs. MacDonald could see her now, Mary was sure she’d have a coronary. “How about this, we dance like idiots for a bit and then I teach you the real hustle?”
“Am I truly that bad?” Arthur’s voice had a slight pout to it, but he knew that Mary meant no ill-will and it was a bit amusing. It’s not like he had much experience with Muggle dancing, after all. He should be allowed a learning curve. And when Mary started to get her groove thing on and break it down, Arthur’s face lit up and he started to move to the nonexistent beat right along with her, moving his hands up and down repeatedly. “Bring it on, Mary. We shall wave our hands in the air like we just do not care. There’s no one around to stop us. Though I do appreciate learning the real deal. Got to liven up this place a bit somehow, don’t you think?”
( alltwitch: )
“WeezleBee, we are at magic school there is always magic in the air. Doubt its the holiday spirit.”
"This isn’t the kind of magic that you can create simply with the flick of your wrist. I personally see it as a different kind of magic.”
( purkisses: )
—- “forget general consensus, arty. we do go to school with a considerable amount of bellends. and you’re RIGHT. i am the party king. your muggle dancing impresses her highness, and you should never stop groovin’ to the funky tunes if that’s what makes you feel good, maaaan.”
"Plebeians, the lot of them, who certainly can’t live up to your royal expectations. And if her highness so commands it, I’d be all too happy to oblige. As some popular muggle songs proclaims, Don’t fight the feeling, give yourself a chance. Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your booty. And play that funky music, white boy. So I’ll just keep jammin’ and groovin’ to the beat of my own drum. Far more fun that way.”
( ARTHUR WEASLEY ✌ moodboard )
❝ Admire as much as you can; most people don’t admire enough. ❞
“They could have at least included a bottle of wine to go along with this sort of torture.”
"Oh, come now, Fenwick. Where’s your holiday spirit at? Feel the magic in the air.”
( aliceprewvvett: )
“But why would you do that, when we can be one big old pile of cousins? You and me and the Malfoys and the Notts and the Blacks, you name it. We can be one big happy family. With campfires and hustling parties.”
“The very strangest, truly. That might be the only way they do make blood boil though, because they don’t seem to display warmth any other way, do they? Only, with some of the things some of them have been getting up to lately. one does wonder. Do you imagine, what if they all simply froze to a standstill under their cold stone leaden hearts one day?”
"Right. All the campfire parties where they burn your name off a wall. That’s what they do in the Black family, you know? That’s what they did to my mum’s name anyway, when she married my dad. And he’s not even muggleborn, just marrying a blood traitor was enough to do it. I swear that we could provide the Muggle world with quite the entertaining shampoo opera with all the pureblood drama.”
“They are rather icy. That would be quite the sight and I’m a bit surprised no one’s taken to the measure of charming them that way, though, then again, our tactics on fighting back are less primitive than theirs.”
( aliceprewvvett: )
“That’s true; we’re a bit endless, aren’t we? Especially with all the intermarriages, there are so many cousins within cousins and it makes sense. The hair just makes you look more than you are, probably. They really do though, don’t they? I don’t know where they get off telling people they have dirty love when they’re own is probably really cold or sloppy or something?”
"By this point, we’re nearly all related so I truly don’t understand the fuss about marrying other purebloods. Got to mix up that genetic pool somehow.They are quite the strange lot, aren’t they? Preaching about pureblood ideals as if they are so concerned about the state of the wizarding world when really it’s all smoke to poorly display their selfish intentions. They sure do know how to make the blood boil.”
( mxllyprew: )
“ Oh goodness, thank you, i guess… — honestly, now that i think of it, your fathering skills might be alright. Sub par at best. Only because i could see you letting them run freely whilst doing extraordinarily odd things. And by the sounds of it, you’ll have a throng of children, your poor wife. “ Molly tittered while shaking her head with fake sadness and pity. Mostly in jest. “ Your mum must be a brave one to be able to put up with so many boys. And as ridiculous as that bet sounds… I wish you luck, because I know how fantastic it feels to rub something in your siblings’ faces. “ Why was his smile so bloody contagious? “ Didn’t you know? My jumpers are the real magic of Christmas and now you’re definitely getting one. The color red and ginger both go very well, I think. I’m sure your brothers will be quite jealous when you show it off to them during the holidays. “
“Just alright, eh? I suppose I’ll take what compliments I can get. Now now, what would ever give you that idea? I admittedly might be a more fun father, but I could be strict if needed!” He spoke, unconvinced himself of if he was speaking the truth. “And I don’t plan to have too many. Maybe three, four. Breaking the family curse isn’t exactly top priority. And Mum says that it’s not all such a bad thing though I think she says it more to spare our feelings than anything. We do give her a fair share of grief.” And grey hairs, according to his mother herself. His smile only continuing to broaden, he let out a merry laugh that vibrated in his chest warmly. “Oh, I believe it. They’ll be mad jealous that I got something that they didn’t. Let alone something that was crafted especially from me from a lovely gal. It’s quite the honor, you know, and I’ll be abloe to boast about it with pride.”
( eddiebcnes: )
Eddie snickered good-naturedly, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. If anyone’s getting the better end of the deal, it’s me, not you. Pens are much cheaper than socks! Or they’re about the same price. They smirked. Look at me, fessing up all this to you—it’s terrible for business. This just proves to show how trustworthy of a source I am.
A child like Edgar Bones was bound to spend a majority of their time alone. (Children weren’t so patient as to deal with a kid who could not speak.) They turned to other things to pass time, like books and pretty flowers and shiny rocks to collect, serving as a distraction from their lack of company. Eventually, they had grown to enjoy solitude, entertaining themself with imagination as their friend, stuck in their own little world. Perhaps that was the reason behind their fascination with space—a world much greater than Earth, a world where their problems became nothing more than a collection of dust particles. A world to which they could ESCAPE. Their curiosity wasn’t so much scientific as romantic.
A flying Muggle car? they repeated curiously, eyes widening. If anyone could succeed, it would be Arthur. Muggles have a special suit so they can breathe and speak, but I think it’s quite limited. From what they had seen, it looked rather heavy. The Bubble-Head Charm works underwater, maybe it could be changed to work in space as well. The bubble would have to cover the entire body, though, so we don’t get blown up to bits… But in any case, it’d be much easier to move around than wearing a bulky suit.
"That may be, but you can get socks through any means while I can’t get pens as easily, so I still think I’m winning. Though I do appreciate the candor.” Smile crinkling up his face, Arthur thought of how nice it would be to add to his collection. Maybe soon he would try switching out ink for pens, but he still seemed to get ink all over the side of his hand when he tried to use them.
Arthur had not known the solitude that Eddie had. Coming from a pureblood family, a large-sized one, he stood out only because of his quirkiness. For all that his family was open to muggles and treated them no differently, they still were confused by Arthur’s utter fascination with them. They preferred their own world while Arthur looked at the muggle world and saw vast and endless possibility and was given a curiosity that he could not satiate. And this is what made him further appreciate friends like Eddie who not only indulged him, but could be just as enthusiastic about his ideas that baffled others.
“Yes, a flying muggle car! I think it would be quite the sight, don’t you? Theoretically anyway. I intend to charm it to be invisible as well as to not alarm muggles. But we’ll see if I can even manage to put one together.” Snapping his fingers, Arthur acknowledged that their idea was a smart one. “I’m sure something like that would do the trick swell! Would be quite exhilarating though, I imagine, knowing that if the charm wore off you would be blown to smithereens, but there is always a bit of risk with magic, I’ve found. And I bet the view of Earth from the stars would be breathtaking.”
( aliceprewvvett: )
“I’m interested in one thing, though: have you ever tried to count how many Weasley’s there are? And how do you fit around a dinner table at holiday times? That’s true! So many of them are so awfully uptight, it’s ridiculous? I don’t think there’s much fun to be had if they’re always thinking about what other people are thinking about them, which is useless most of the time anyway because so many of them are not nearly as impressive and important as they think they are. Giving purebloods a bad name.”
"Well, quite frankly, I don’t think we have that many more people than any other pureblood family when you consider all the strands of them, all the distant cousins and all that, but there are quite a number of us and the hair does make us stick out. And you’re telling me. They walk around with prissy, sour paces that are always judging others when they could all use some introspection, I think. I’m fairly certain that their blood is made of ice. Or something darker, like ink. Which doesn’t make it seem very pure no matter how highly they regard the status.”
( purkisses: )
—- “ummmmmm, of freakin’ course i will!! everyone knows you throw down the best ‘round these parts in the ways of muggle dance persuasion, so it’d be my honour.”
"Is that really the reputation I have around these parts? I thought that the general consensus was far more unkind, but you are the girl who knows how to properly party, and dancing is part of that, so I shall trust you on this.”
( aliceprewvvett: )
“There’s certainly enough of them for bragging to be important, right? Oh, obviously. There’s two kinds of purebloods in the world and we all know it’s more fun to be the kind who aren’t afraid to put some groove in their moves.”
"If you include all the cousins, yes. And we may not look it, but we’re a competitive bunch. Do you think that’s their problem? Aside from the dreadful personalities and the holier-than-thou attitudes, they don’t know how to have fun? What with worrying about what others think all the time, how could they possibly know the meaning of it?”
( eddiebcnes: )
Eddie tilted their head. We could trade, they interjected, arching a single eyebrow, a solemn nod added for emphasis. Extra pens for extra socks. By the way, I hear there’s this one Muggleborn fourth year who’s actually SELLING them. They broke out into an amused grin. If that’s not a brilliant business idea, I don’t know what is.
Rocking on the balls of their feet in excitement, Eddie launched right into explanation, hand moving faster than usual—perhaps a bit too much so for Arthur to comprehend, but the Ravenclaw was clearly too fascinated with the current subject to rein themself in. This one’s a test shuttle, they began, eyes visibly lit up with great enthusiasm. Before they send a properly working one to space, they made this one only for test runs. That way they can fix basic errors before they get to actually making a real space shuttle… That’s my guess, at least, they added, unsure.
Perhaps we should ask about it later, signed Eddie with a smile, a hopeful look illuminating their countenance. You reckon we could fly to the Moon someday? There could be space brooms in the future. Or —- spaceflight carpets. Quidditch in space!
Arthur quirked up an eyebrow, grateful for the offer, but unsure of the fairness of the trade. “You sure? Seems like I get the way better end of that deal. Though I have to say, that student has the right idea. I imagine they are making quite the profit, but I would much rather get my pens from a source that I can trust.”
Over the years, Arthur had become rather adjusted to understanding sign, though admittedly, he still wasn’t the best at using it himself. The hand motions were rather particular and it was easier to remember what they all meant, he found, when he was shown them, rather than coming up with them by memory. And when Eddie picked up their pace, he found himself moving closer, as if that would help him catch the nuances between the hand movements. He missed some of the message, but got that it was some kind of test so figured that he could still handle the gist. “Ah, I see. Makes proper sense, wanting to test it out before sending it up there. Hard to control it once it’s out of the atmosphere, I would imagine?”
But what a marvelous concept. Face as bright as the stars and taking on a dreamy, loft expression, Arthur turned his head up to the sky before turning his attention back to Eddie. “I do know enough about space to know that the breathing part would be quite difficult to maintain, but with magic, they say that anything is possible, so why couldn’t we one day make a Quidditch field out of the stars? You know, I’ve been meaning to one day put together a Muggle car that’s capable of flight, but this? This idea tops that. Easily. I imagine that Muggles have found a way around the breathing bit, yeah? If we could borrow some ideas from them, we might have a shooting star chance.”
( aliceprewvvett: )
❝Arthur, did you know you’re my favourite Weasley? And you’re right — you only need to be touchy about going by the book for dancing if you’re an awful bore. As long as you’ve got rhythm, dance dance, partner.❞
"Is that so? Talk about bragging rights that I can rub into the faces of my brothers. Yes! You understand me. And the only bores around here are the snooty purebloods who wouldn’t know rhythm if it bit them in the arse.”
