Arthur Weasley

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[kingarthur-weasley]

valerijanovak‌:

It took her a moment to calm her racing heart enough to recognize the redheaded man as Arthur Weasley.  And she could tell by the subtle shifting of his face that he recognized her too.

As the guards settled him into the other cell she sunk to the ground, pressing her back against the wall so she could see everything in front of her.  They would leave eventually, and then they could talk.  But as they stepped out she felt her throat tighten and knew she was dangerously close to crying, which was stupid.  This was far from the worst thing to happen to her, and she had always known getting arrested was a possibility – but knowing and living it were two entirely different things. 

“Um,” she cleared her throat, struggling to keep her composure.  If she wanted people, Arthur in this case, to take her seriously she couldn’t seem like a child.  Don’t cry.  “um – I was working.  With Lucius Malfoy… well, in his office anyway, translating some documents for some visiting officials from Bulgaria.  They just…” she trailed off, assuming he didn’t need a play by play, considering the same thing had probably just happened to him. 

She wanted to ask him more – she had little idea of how the legal system worked in this country, but this felt odd.  But she still wasn’t convinced they’d leave them alone for long enough to have that conversation.  And she still thought the best decision was to downplay her knowledge of anything.  “I have no idea.”  That much was true, even though she might have some guesses.  “Do you?  I would imagine it’s something similar for the both of us, considering the timing.”

After being pulled and escorted from his office, Arthur could hardly pinpoint his thoughts on one particular thing. This had been one of the most damning thing since he was taken hostage a year ago.

There was an echoing silence throughout the chamber he was in. The magic practically radiated off the walls and Arthur had enough wits to know that going near any of it would be more harm to him. As seconds ticked by, Arthur concentrated on what he was doing there and why they took him into a holding cell. He hadn’t done anything to bring attention to himself or so he thought. If they didn’t have anything on him then they couldn’t press charges and therefore, Arthur wouldn’t be seeing Azkaban.

When he saw Valerija, there were things that clicked into place. The only thing he shared in common with her was working at the Ministry and then the Order. He had heard about routine checks being done at the Ministry after suspicious comments were made towards the minister’s office, alluding to employees being in the rebellious groups. Arthur believed that the Order was temperamental but every action was just a reaction towards the Death Eaters. It was a repeated vicious cycle that Arthur only participated in when they needed an extra hand.

Arthur’s eyes darted around when he heard the tremble in her voice and sucked in a sturdy breath. “Yes, indeed there is. I believe they arrested us for suspicious activity.” Arthur made sure his voice was low and angling towards being in the Order in case people were listening. “They made an announcement earlier this month, but I didn’t think...surely they don’t think this is proper authority.”

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[kingarthur-weasley]

valerijanovak‌:

It felt like the walls were caving in.  It wasn’t even getting arrested that had her on the verge of panic.  If they were going to call acting when the government refused to do their job worthy of arrest she’d wear it like a badge of honor – a secret badge of honor, because she didn’t need to talk to anyone to know that she needed to act like she had no idea what was going on.

No, it wasn’t the prospect of getting arrested that had her panicking so much as being alone in this room – she had no idea where she was or what was about to happen.  She assumed she was still in the Ministry, but who knew for certain?  All she did know for sure was that she had fought with Edith last night, said stupid, mean things that she didn’t really believe.  That she hadn’t been by to see Vanja for weeks.  That she hadn’t seen any of her friends in a long time.  If the last few weeks were her last free ones she didn’t like how she had spent them.

So she sat there in the cold – maybe it was cold? – room waiting for someone to tell her what was going on.  It felt like an eternity before someone came back, a vaguely familiar red headed man in tow.  She didn’t say anything, just watched quietly from the corner.  He was one of the good ones, right?

@kingarthur-weasley​

Arthur wasn’t sure what to think and everything was happening at a pace he couldn’t keep up with. There was no use in fighting the aurors or the guards who took him in. He had done nothing wrong and it wasn’t like they could prove anything. Arthur only wanted to know where they got their suspicions from and if he would see his family again. Those were the only burning questions and when they reached his mouth it came out in a breathy tremble. 

He had been a resource for the Order by offering them aid, a place to train, and only using his wand in skills in situations that needed them. Arthur had only gone on a few missions but there wasn’t a fight that was more important than Molly and the boys. His place was beside her and already his job consumed most of his time. He saw the other members when he could and helped when he could, but he wouldn’t say he was the most important or biggest threat to the aurors. 

When they put him into a cell, he didn’t bother going near the bars, knowing they were fixed with magic. It would repel him against the wall the nearer he got to the bars but he saw Valerija across and his heart pounded. He knew who she was and he waited until the guards left until he got as close as he could. “How did they take you? Do you know anything about this?”

[kingarthur-weasley]

In the days spent in the Ministry’s custody, there was not a second that miserably passed without thinking about Molly and the children. It was a disastrous affair that Arthur hadn’t been prepared for but should have predicted something of its caliber. When they raided his office and arrested him on sight for suspicious charges, Arthur refrained from saying anything except disputing their words. There was no visible proof he was involved with the Order in a way that the Death Eaters had a dark mark emblem on their left forearm. He clung to that truth, knowing they couldn’t hold him forever and certainly not ship him off to Azkaban without a proper trial. If there was a trial, that was and Arthur tried not to think of that inevitability. When it came to his release, he almost didn’t believe the satisfying truth that he was able to leave the confines of his cell. 

Days had passed and weeks, since he had first stepped in there and being allowed out, seemed surreal but he didn’t question any step that led him closer to Molly. He made sure to stop by the Auror Department to go through the release process and finding his wand back in his possession. After that, he didn’t waste time in leaving the Ministry and finding himself in front of the Burrow. They must know he would be home since owls had been sent out as well as a Prophet article. Arthur inhaled deeply and exhaled contently as he pushed the door open to find the Burrow. It didn’t seem as if anything were out of place, the placement the same on the table, the light highlighting each part of the room without a shade any different. Arthur knew the boys must be upstairs and when he saw Molly emerge from the corner of the stairs, he stared at her without blinking. 

“Hey,” Arthur breathed out, a smile finding the curve of his lips as it naturally did when he saw Molly. It was the same feeling in his chest when he found himself back home after his run in with the death eaters last year. “They…they released me. It-it’s good to finally see you.” Arthur felt stunned in place but eventually, his legs moved on their own accord and his arms circled around Molly, being careful of her swelling belly that seemed to have grown an inch since he left.

@queenmolly-weasley​

[queenmolly-weasley]

To say that the weeks without Arthur had been easy would not only be inaccurate, but a complete lie. Arthur had disappeared once, she’d been promised it would never happen again. When she’d heard she had nearly lost her mind. Someone had to stay with her for a few days to ensure she didn’t storm the Ministry herself and scream at whoever was in charge. How dare they take a husband from a pregnant wife, with 5 children to care for as well. Arthur being arrested would have been difficult at any time, but with Molly’s hormones all out of whack, she could barely handle it. 

She’d been sending owls to the Auror’s department trying to get answers. She’d pestered Moody and he’d been unable to help her. So when she recieved the owl that Arthur had been released. She wasn’t sure she believed it. She’d believe it when she saw her husband standing in front of her. So she’d tried to go about her day, truly believing that it wasn’t true. 

Washing the boys clothes seemed to be the thing that got her mind off the whole debacle, Fred had a stain that was proving to be very difficult. Molly tsked, picking the shirt up to take to the kitchen to get a better look. Rounding the corner, there was her husband “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her feet stuck to the floor. But suddenly his arms were around her, she dropped Fred’s wet shirt and clung to Arthur so tight she was sure they’d be stuck together forever. “Merlins Beard you’re home.” She could feel her eyes prickling with tears, and she hit Arthurs arm “Don’t you ever ever do that to me again. You hear me? Ever again. Twice is enough. Don’t you leave me anymore. I can’t stand it.”

[kingarthur-weasley]

There was an uncomfortable twist in his stomach the moment he knew that he was arrested. It wasn’t because the fate jeopardized him to be confined in a cell but because he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it home that night. There was no greater crime than not being around for his wife and children, something that he couldn’t control. He knew the risks of lending a hand to the Order when he joined, but he knew if there was a war that he wanted to do the right thing. It never needed to cost his family anything and Arthur felt like he had failed that part. The last thing he wanted to do was let his children think he was a bad person and his wife think him a different man. 

Every second that went by in the cell, he imagined what was happening at the Burrow. Were the boys being tucked in and asking for their daddy? Was Molly waiting for him every night and every morning? Arthur wasn’t even sure if there would be a trial but there was impending thought about the worse case scenario. He knew they didn’t have anything on him and they would need to release him soon but when days became weeks, Arthur’s hope began to slip away. 

Being released felt like a blessing from Godric himself and when he saw the silhouette of the Burrow against the pale evening sky he considered his nerves. There was a bundle of nerves tightened together and he didn’t know why they were there. It was Molly, his light and hope through all of this. He knew it was because he didn’t want to become a disappointment in her eyes. The doorknob twisted in his hands and he pushed the door open, Everything was almost the same, even Molly when she came around the corner. “Let this be the best dream then,” Arthur added humorously, giving a small reassuring smile. He expected an outburst and even when Molly hit his arm, his lips cracked into a wider smile. “I promise you I won’t. Ever. You have my word and everything else. I love you...is everything okay here? The boys?...you? How are you doing?” Arthur’s words began to become thin and he embraced Molly, his chin finding the juncture of her shoulder. “I’ve been worried about you.”

[kingmeshacklebolt]

kingarthur-weasley‌:

There was not a recollection of how many hours had passed, of how many times he thought about what situation he was in. There were only two ways out of this and he knew one of them was not a preferable one. Perhaps a worse fate than the one he was in. The moment the news had lured him out of his cell, it felt like relief mixed with a part of him that had already expired. He knew he would be released, having an overall good reputation in his office and character he assumed. Even through his burst of reassurances to himself, his mind paused on the looming possibility of fear. The corner of his mind leaped at the chance to rid himself of the shadowing thought, but he remained confident. He shared these words and thoughts with Valerija, hoping that being vocal would cause him to reflect more. 

They were told to go down to the Auror Department to collect their belongings and fill out paperwork which seemed less tortuous than what he thought the officials would say when they entered the cell. When Arthur round the corner of the department, his eyes found Kingsley. He had heard that it was an owl delivered to Ministry officials that allowed him out but he didn’t know what was inscribed in the letter and it seemed no one else did. Arthur knocked on the door that was stretched open and stood in the doorway. “They said to come down here,” Arthur managed, giving a light smile that seemed ironic compared to the situation. “I suppose I should be thanking you or the department for helping me out.”

@kingmeshacklebolt​

Kingsley hadn’t slept in thirty-eight hours. Ever since that damn Prophet gala he’d had nothing but nightmares and night terrors. The one person who could have made it better was dead. Emm had given him potions for sleep and he hadn’t taken them. Anson had died horribly, Kingsley had failed him all over again. Why did he deserve sleep? 

At least something good had happened. Arthur had finally been freed. Why they’d arrested him in the first place Kingsley still couldn’t wrap his head around. Arthur hadn’t hurt anyone. The Order tried not to hurt people when they could avoid it. Arresting Arthur just meant those kids went without a father. Ridiculous.

Seeing his friend whole and alive, Kingsley managed a smile that he actually meant. “All the thanks should go to Moody, really. I’ve spent most of time–” nursing a man he’d loved back to health, only to have him murdered, “Uhh, well, Moody really deserves the credit. Shit, Arthur, it’s good to see you outside again.”

[kingarthur-weasley]

There was no use in protesting against the officials who arrested him and he waited out his time in his cell. With every second that passed he thought about his friends and his family. There was nowhere else he would rather be than home but law enforcement had other methods of homecomings. Throughout the time in his cell he made conversation with Valerija, knowing that she was as scared as he was. 

The war was impacting every corner of Arthur’s life and every step had a consequence. He wasn’t sure who had told the Ministry authorities about their suspicions and Arthur wasn’t sure what he did to lead him as a suspect. The only thing he knew was he was fortunate to be getting out but he knew it didn’t come without a cost. There would be people watching him and he would be on a list somewhere buried in a desk. 

“It’s good to be outside again. I’ll be sure to pass my thanks along to Alastor as well,” Arthur chimed, noticing his friend looking exhausted and not himself. It was not a look he was used to seeing on Kinglsey’s features. “You alright there?”

[kingarthur-weasley]

There was not a recollection of how many hours had passed, of how many times he thought about what situation he was in. There were only two ways out of this and he knew one of them was not a preferable one. Perhaps a worse fate than the one he was in. The moment the news had lured him out of his cell, it felt like relief mixed with a part of him that had already expired. He knew he would be released, having an overall good reputation in his office and character he assumed. Even through his burst of reassurances to himself, his mind paused on the looming possibility of fear. The corner of his mind leaped at the chance to rid himself of the shadowing thought, but he remained confident. He shared these words and thoughts with Valerija, hoping that being vocal would cause him to reflect more. 

They were told to go down to the Auror Department to collect their belongings and fill out paperwork which seemed less tortuous than what he thought the officials would say when they entered the cell. When Arthur round the corner of the department, his eyes found Kingsley. He had heard that it was an owl delivered to Ministry officials that allowed him out but he didn’t know what was inscribed in the letter and it seemed no one else did. Arthur knocked on the door that was stretched open and stood in the doorway. “They said to come down here,” Arthur managed, giving a light smile that seemed ironic compared to the situation. “I suppose I should be thanking you or the department for helping me out.”

@kingmeshacklebolt​

[kingarthur-weasley]

In the days spent in the Ministry’s custody, there was not a second that miserably passed without thinking about Molly and the children. It was a disastrous affair that Arthur hadn’t been prepared for but should have predicted something of its caliber. When they raided his office and arrested him on sight for suspicious charges, Arthur refrained from saying anything except disputing their words. There was no visible proof he was involved with the Order in a way that the Death Eaters had a dark mark emblem on their left forearm. He clung to that truth, knowing they couldn’t hold him forever and certainly not ship him off to Azkaban without a proper trial. If there was a trial, that was and Arthur tried not to think of that inevitability. When it came to his release, he almost didn’t believe the satisfying truth that he was able to leave the confines of his cell. 

Days had passed and weeks, since he had first stepped in there and being allowed out, seemed surreal but he didn’t question any step that led him closer to Molly. He made sure to stop by the Auror Department to go through the release process and finding his wand back in his possession. After that, he didn’t waste time in leaving the Ministry and finding himself in front of the Burrow. They must know he would be home since owls had been sent out as well as a Prophet article. Arthur inhaled deeply and exhaled contently as he pushed the door open to find the Burrow. It didn’t seem as if anything were out of place, the placement the same on the table, the light highlighting each part of the room without a shade any different. Arthur knew the boys must be upstairs and when he saw Molly emerge from the corner of the stairs, he stared at her without blinking. 

“Hey,” Arthur breathed out, a smile finding the curve of his lips as it naturally did when he saw Molly. It was the same feeling in his chest when he found himself back home after his run in with the death eaters last year. “They...they released me. It-it’s good to finally see you.” Arthur felt stunned in place but eventually, his legs moved on their own accord and his arms circled around Molly, being careful of her swelling belly that seemed to have grown an inch since he left.

@queenmolly-weasley​

[kingarthur-weasley]

☎️ (Kingsley or Emm whichever didnt send last night lol)

to:

“Thank you again for taking care of them this evening.”

“You’ll find everything you will need to round them up. I believe Molly has some leftovers saved for them on the stove.”

“I am giving a firm answer of a ten o clock bedtime and if they say any different they are nasty liars.”

@advance-emmeline

[kingarthur-weasley]

☎️ Molly

to:

“Yes, I will be running late today. I see you got my owl.”

“I do apologize. I was quite looking forward to your roast.”

“No, that’s not the only thing I was looking forward to-”

“Goodness, Molls. Would you like to say that louder for the whole department to hear?”

@queenmolly-weasley

[kingarthur-weasley]

☎ Jamie

about:

“Yes, they did seem quite interesting. I’m glad you were able to meet them as well.”

“One of their things flew into my face. At first I was startled but then came to appreciate it.”

“I enjoy having friends with like minds. It makes me feel as if my passion is more creative than I thought.”

“My car is creative, thank you.”

@jamie-abbott

[kingarthur-weasley]

☎ lucius

about:

“Yes, that’s right. Lucius Malfoy.”

“He doesn’t even work in my department and threatened to file a complaint.”

“No, no. It might not be a threat, actually. And I don’t know what the complaint was besides him not liking a telephone.”

“No, he didn’t find it amusing at all.”

@softboi-malfoy

[kingarthur-weasley]

sex raw

[jamie-abbott]

Gidgits and Gizmos

[kingarthur-weasley]

jamie-abbott‌:

Jamie couldn’t help the small answering smile to the man’s sunny words. His enthusiasm and general cheer were a rarity these days, and Jamie wasn’t going to complain about the accident that had led them into his company, if only for a few moments. And now, if they had the chance to learn a thing or two, well, even better. 

“That does make them sound slightly more useful,” Jamie noted wryly. They had no idea what a Ford Angelia was, so they just nodded like they did, growing more and more impressed and interested. “Invisibility! I suppose that makes sense, but to cover a whole car…”

The bird had begun to shuffle awkwardly again on their shoulder, its bronze talons pricking through Jamie’s shirt. They took it off awkwardly and wound the key set between its wings to turn it off completely, before looking back up at the man and offering a hand- the one not holding the bird, obviously. 

“My name is Jamie Abbot; it is a genuine pleasure to meet you, even given the circumstances.”

Originally posted by jackorowan

The person who Arthur found himself chatting with made the place where he was at seem less intimidating. Whatever incident had happened to make this conversation happy wasn’t an inconvenience but a pleasant surprise. 

“I have been having problems myself, you see. It is a tricky thing to have adjustments on a muggle object-not too tricky. I’ve done enough in my line of work to know what works and what doesn’t, but it’s only a hobby. Took my wife and children in it for a good bit. My wife still doesn’t trust it, but that’s only fair.”

“Arthur Weasley. Of course, no worries at all,” Arthur excused with a simple hand gesture. “If you need any help at all, I might be able to lend a hand or two. I have a passion to invent stuff of my own in spare time.”

[kingarthur-weasley]

yuki-yamashita‌:

She let out a low whistle.  That was quite the range – his wife must be absolutely mad or a complete bad ass, maybe Arthur was the same, she didn’t know.  “That’s brilliant.  You working on starting your own Quidditch team?”  She teased, grinning so he knew she was just joking.  It was interesting, the different ideas of family people had.  She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to get married, and she thought it was probably better for humanity that she didn’t procreate, and she couldn’t be too much younger than he was. 

When the bagel flew in her direction she laughed and ducked.  “I don’t know,” she said, picking it up.  “It’s not burnt.  I think it works well, and having a bagel shot at you is certainly one way to get the blood moving in the morning.”

Whenever he had the chance to tell someone about his face, Arthur’s face lit up like he was talking about the best thing in the world-which they were for him. It was a small house, but full with bundles of love from all of them. “I can’t do much athletic stuff myself, but four out of six are quite interested in it and play behind the house. Percy is the sort to stay inside more and Ron is still too young to know what quidditch is, but I’m sure he’ll like it just as well.” Percy had tried quidditch once but sworn off it after he fell only three feet off his broom. He wanted to feel included with his other brothers, but Arthur reminded him that there other things he was good at doing with them. 

This was a balance of his muggle work and his fascination with projects, Arthur’s fingers moving around the toaster like a mechanic. He gazed up and grinned at Yuki, being satisfied if she was. “Well, if that’s all I’m glad I could be of some service. Better to have one less malfunctioning toaster in the world.”

[jamie-abbott]

Gidgits and Gizmos

[kingarthur-weasley]

jamie-abbott‌:

Jamie blinked, then gave a sheepish laugh at the man’s “theoretically.” “Thank you for taking this with such good humor.” 

The compliment made their smile widen, and they glanced over at the bird twitching and shuffling on their shoulder. “My mentor used to call it a novelty project,” they confessed, “You’re being very generous; the work it needs is definitely more than minor. You sound like you know a thing or two about such things?”

At the mention of a muggle car Jamie’s expression shifted into bald shock, and they took a slight step back to take in the lanky redheaded man who was taking things with such easy, curious grace. 

“You made a flying car?” they gaped slightly, impressed nearly beyond words.

Originally posted by lyrcbelacqua

  In such a cruel place that Arthur had originally thought of, there was this person who seemed misplaced just as Arthur was. 

“Ah, good humor is sort of my forte,” Arthur replied cheerfully, thinking fondly of the practice of taking a joke from his children. At the prompted question, Arthur nodded rather hastily with a grin on his face. “Oh, yes, yes. I have a few novelty projects of my own, though I don’t really call them that. More like special projects.”

It had been a few months since he had managed to develop the car he found in a muggle junkyard. With patience and determination, he finished it back during the summer and had been a special ride since then. There were many people he would have to thank for getting him that far, but never once did he doubt himself or those around him. 

“Yes, I do. A Ford Angelia. She’s beautiful. I’m still tinkering with a few things. Trying to get it to go invisible after my wife said a bit about it being noticeable if we fly through muggle villages.”

[kingarthur-weasley]

burbagexcharity‌:

Arthur was someone that Charity respected a lot. Her choice to work in the Department was first because of him. Second, it was a way of ensuring that she and her mother were connected in some way, even inside the wizard world. Charity liked the way others were excited about missions, as well as interested in seeing more of a world that she also loved. So she laughed and looked at him. “Come on, of course.”

She started walking, crossing her arms as she took the next step, and they went on without any luggage or anything to justify leaving the forest. “It seems like an alternative.” Charity smiled. “Yes, they go out to cut wood or something. They must be a small group. What do you think of saying that we are from a neighboring village?”

Arthur loved going on raids or scout areas for the department as it gave a good scope of adventure and curiosity that he would otherwise not come across in an office-like setting. He was glad to be accompanied by Charity who he knew fairly well in the department as well as in the Order. The level or trust and loyalty he saw in her was enriching and reassuring. 

He hadn’t been to this area before and registered what they were there to do in the first place. They had a scrap of information and would need to investigate the claims further. “Yes, yes. That sounds very well. Very good,” Arthur said hastily, already moving towards the village. There didn’t seem to be anyone else out and he stepped towards a woman who seemed friendly enough. “Sorry to bother you -very sorry. Would you happen to know the whereabouts of a Mister Dashwood?”

[kingarthur-weasley]

miriamclearwater‌:

Why did it always end this way?

Malcolm, while not her favorite person, seemed competent when it came to sneaking around.  And Walden, while not the most subtle person she had come across, had grown into someone she really trusted – this should have been simple.  And yet, it never was.

And it wasn’t like this was a big crowd.  There were three on each side.  She was going to have to fight someone – the pregnant lady would have been nice.  Pregnant people tended to focus on protecting themselves, at least she imagined it to be that way – but she was walking in Malcolm’s direction.  Of course she was.

The red haired man closest to her looked familiar.  She had almost certainly seen him walking along Diagon Alley with a posse of little, red haired people.  He seemed kind.  But underestimating kind people was a bad idea.  The familiarity worried her.  She tugged at her mask, making sure it was straight and all of her blonde hair was hidden behind it.

Striking first was unideal, but she watched Walden and Malcolm closely while keeping an eye on the man closest to her.  If one of them did she would too.

@kingarthur-weasley​

It seemed Arthur couldn’t escape the grasp of the intensity of the Order. He knew he promised to himself to upholding any missions that needed his help, but it was not without leaving unscathed. 

He was Juniper and Zephyr when they were interrupted by three masked death eaters. Their appearance alone shot a shiver down Arthur’s spine and held his wand already defensively by his side. He had seen them before but it didn’t seem ever this close.

There were other instances where he saw their debris left behind or heard about them and missed seeing them by a fraction of a second. At Hogwarts, he had only heard they were there and left promptly after knowing their whereabouts. 

He had not ever properly dueled with someone since his schooling days and even then it had been for training purposes and never to inflict actual harm or threats. Arthur knew that if he didn’t fight he would be fighting other demons later for neglecting himself in the action. 

Suddenly, he raised his arm numbly and shot a quick defensive spell at one of the death eaters and inhaled deeply, knowing what he was starting.

[jamie-abbott]

Gidgits and Gizmos

[kingarthur-weasley]

jamie-abbott‌:

Jamie tracked the progress of the bird through the air until it flittered back in their direction, then held out a wrist for it to settle on. As it did so it went completely inert except for the occasional twist of its head to the side and jerky ruffle of its metal wings. Well; its memory completely failed in that it was meant to avoid hitting human objects, but at least it worked in that it came back to Jamie after its first loop like it was supposed to. 

Then they turned their attention to the man, who thankfully didn’t look like he’d been hurt. 

“I’m so sorry,” they apologized again, brow softly furrowed in concern. At the question, they held up their wrist slightly where the dove sat, golden exoskeleton gleaming as it twitched in a poor fascismile of life. “It’s an automata. I was only trying for a flight test, I apologize for it scaring you. It’s supposed to know now to aim for living objects, but my charms aren’t perfect.”

Originally posted by elizabethgilies

Arthur was already rather tense from his oblivious exploration of Knockturn Alley. He rarely ever came down the narrow path and definitely didn’t instruct his children to be interested in its affairs. So when he felt something cross his cheek and fly away, Arthur startled himself, tripping over his feet and finding balance on the side of a shop. His gaze followed the thing before it changed directions. 

“Oh, it’s alright,” Arthur reassured, thinking that the person actually looked genuinely apologetic. “Well, I am a living object theoretically so it really only needs some minor adjustments. Have you considered applying another animated charm? I do think it’s a rather ingenious little thing, a bit trouble, but what isn’t at first? You see, I’m an inventor myself if I can be quite honest. Last year I was able to make an old muggle car fly.”