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[ophelions]

after the war, the clock on the weasley mantle is covered up. the broken hand, the missing ones, the way that only two hands ever hover over ‘home’ at a time, it hurts too much. molly and arthur avoid the covered clock like the plague, moving around each other as easily as they always have. when the children visit, they do not comment on the clock, just appear at the door with gifts for their parents, bearing good news like marriages and children. and arthur and molly are happy, they truly are, but the clock is always in their periphery, haunting them, reminding them of what can never be.

one day, the grandchildren are running around their house, and they are revelling in the laughter of children filling their home once more. one child, head turned back in joy and not looking where they are going, runs into the clock. arthur and molly run over to them in a panic, but the child is resilient as all children are. as their grandchild runs off, they lock eyes, simultaneously noticing the fallen covering. when they look up at the clock, it brings tears to their eyes.

the number of hands has more than doubled, and all of them rest firmly above ‘home’.

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Catch Up over Coffee || December 10, 1978 || Ted and Arthur

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[Ted had completely forgotten about the safety protocol. When Arthur pointed his wand at him, he was a bit taken aback until he realized that his friend was just making sure that the man in front of him wasn’t an impostor. He understood though, one had to be careful these days and the Ministry had recommended getting into the habit of checking before letting guards down. Ted too drew his wand and pointed it at his closest friend. Merlin knew how much he hated this.]

"Fiery orange. Dora was with me and she changed her hair just for you," he answered, "and if you are an impostor, you’re not very smart. Could have been done with me a lot sooner than this. Your question: I told you the name of my first cat. What was the name?"

Ted kept his features soft, wondering why he’d picked such a weird thing to ask as one of his safety questions. How I can’t wait till this war is over and we can all go back to being normal. ”Once we’re through with this, you’re going to have to help me get it out the box. It’s bloody heavy.” 

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He smiled at his words, Arthur shrugged and it could be a bit of a weird idea but he could easily be an imposter. "Shit..." Furrowing his brow slightly, he scratched his head and then jumped a little. "Daisy, and then I asked why you'd named it Daisy." Art watched carefully, not dropping his wand. "Are you happy with that Tedward?" The honesty in his voice hopefully portrayed that it was actually him. 

"Why haven't you shrunk it?" He laughed a little. You could shrink muggle tech in general, hadn't he thought of that? He laughed slightly at his friend. Stepping forward, he bent to take the box slightly. 

"So how's the wife and child?" Art lifted slightly, bloody it was heavy and brought it into his chest carefully, cradling it.  

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Tell Me Someone Spiked the Egg Nog || Open - Table 6 || Christmas Ball

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The nervous chuckle drew sharp green eyes before Evan forced himself to look away from both women. You are at a social function. You are always careful in the public eye. Don’t get stupid now. Not over her. He reached purposefully for his water. “I’ve learned that drinking too much lands me in places I’d rather forget.” He offered a faint smile, but it was anything but bright or encouraging. You are killing the holiday spirit. So?

He glanced at Amelia, and the dimples in his cheeks deepened. “Oh not to worry Miss Bones, I know I’m sure Ms. McKinnon is in excellent shape.” Fuck. And now he wasn’t thinking about the party, or playing it nice. He was thinking about black silk stockings, and little gasping demands and pleas as he drove her—Shit what did she say? He looked perplexed as he sorted it out, and then managed a chuckle.

“My apologies there have been so many rumors lately. Obviously I could be having children, or not—as it were, but you’re referring to the engagement, yes?” His gaze dimmed though his smile remained perfect. “That one is true. I believe she’s flitting about here somewhere.” He neither knew nor cared where Alecto was at the moment because she was a reminder of what had obviously been a very unwise judgment.

[avenging-eagle]

Marlene might have flushed brighter at the chuckle if she hadn’t been feeling so cold. Her mood swings still hadn’t completely subsided from her recent meltdown. Sometimes it took momma weeks… It was a despondent thought. Marlene loved her mother dearly and admired many things about her but had always feared inheriting her ‘fits’. 

She did spare her a small smile when she came to her defense even though she understood her words for what they were. A defense of their department rather than Marlene herself. Her lip did twitch with irritation when Evan spoke about her shape. "He knows Am..Miss Bones, I’m sure he just forgot for a moment, that happens,"she said her voice purposely polite and even though she had stumbled on the woman’s name. They’d been close to moving towards being friends once when Marlene had nothing but admiration for Amelia. She even understood what Amelia had done in a way but she wasn’t sure she would ever forget the fact that she had hurt one of her friends no matter how inadvertent that hurt was. Whatever good will she had tried to build up froze at the next question. 

"Yes Mr. Rosier here is soon to be a happily married man,” she bit her tongue on a slew of rumor related snipes. Mostly because she’d been spending far too long tearing Rita’s articles apart looking for truth and she’d had no way to disprove that many reports that Alecto was expecting. Evan may have said that theirs was an engagement lacking physical connection but Evan was a liar. She took another drink from her wine glass fighting the urge to.."Perhaps even little ones in the future supposing he can get all the issues cleared up. I hear that cunt…Miss Carrow is as fantastically fertile as she is vile beautiful.”

[hardasbones]

"Yes, Ms Skeeter has gotten rather creative with her rumors of late, if even half of them are true I imagine there will be some other interesting conversations tonight,” Amelia replied, desperate for a change in subject. 

She noticed Marlene’s near slip and wanted to tell the other hitter to call her by her given name, but before she could make the offer Marlene was speaking in extremely bitter tones about the upcoming marriage. Obviously changing the subject hadn’t helped nearly as much as she had hoped. This was going to be a long night. 

"I see…" she said, wracking her brain for a way out of this conversation. "Uh, well, I wish you the best, Mr. Rosier." Before either of them could begin laying into each other again, Amelia continued, "Lots of weddings this time of year…My parents anniversary is coming up, James and Lily will be making it to the altar fairly soon…It’s nice to have reasons to celebrate, isn’t it?" 

Her eyes traveled between the pair, silently begging them not to twist this subject change into something horrible and awkward the way the last one had been. The curious side of her wished she were close enough to Marlene to drag her aside and ask what the devil was going on, but she had a feeling it might be better that she didn’t know. Somehow getting involved seemed like walking through a minefield while blindfolded. 

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Arthur had been overlooking the coversation rather cautiously, Rosier was a interesting being but he was of the pureblooded families that would probably name him a blood traitor. Marlene McKinnon was a face that he recogised from Order meetings he believed. Amelia Boes he knew as Edgar's sister and that was the topic of that, was she an Order member? His mind scratched at the names and faces for similarities to converse with, that would hopefully not start more bickering.

The conversation had been barely interesting, but rather tense and the gossips would be all over this had they be sat in his seat. He hadn't felt the need to interrupt the bickering that edged over a bit of playful dinner banter. Hopefully it would take a calmer side as Amelia attempted to change the topic.

Attempted.

He snorted a little at her mention of Skeeter, the rumours usually held an ounce of truth that was blown magnificently out of proportion or context. Most of the media really. "Well, I am supposed to be breeding a child army and Skeeter's only choosing now to write about it. I'd take it all with a pinch of salt really." Averting the chat from Evan and Marlene, he offered a metaphorical hand to Amelia. Blimey it was an awkward table to be sat at.

Nodding at Amelia's continuation, he took a sip of his water and glanced around the table. "It takes your mind off of things and gives you something to look forward to after work." Arthur offered a warm smile at the younger woman. Hopefully he was assisting Amelia in diverging the conversation into calmer grounds. "Plus it's nice to catchup with all of the family and friends. Christmas is alright with that I guess. Weddings are ideal. Have a Christmas wedding and you've got a bundle of fun." There was a little sarcasm under the last sentence but he was generally happy with his response. Settling into his chair a little, Art took another sip and sat back, hoping that he'd helped in redirecting the conversation.

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Sloth

Something that I dislike about myself?

I’m pretty self consumed if something goes wrong and I don’t like to talk about things. A recent discovery but yes, it’s awkward and not useful. 

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Pride

Something that I like about myself?

I am never late. If I’m late, there’s often a good reason or something has happened. It’s more habitual now really. 

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Greed

Something I can’t get enough of?

I feel like with Skeeter’s announcements that I’m making a child army, that my answer should be sex. 

So yes, sex. 

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Envy

Something I wish I was better at?

I wish that I was a better with money in every sense. I don’t think I’m bad at making it, but I wish I could just find a way to not have to edge around things with the boys. It’s not like we’re impoverished but it would be nice to not have to worry as much. 

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Gluttony

A favourite food? 

I’d have to say toad in the hole and beans. Homecooking at it’s finest, mum always made it perfectly. 

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Lust

Something that you find attractive?

Having a passion. If you can be devoted to something that completely envelopes you, there’s something intriguing about you. Like, you can make other people fall in love with that one thing just because you care so deeply about, and that just portrays a quality that I find attractive. 

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Cheeks

Do you blush easily?

Blush? Pah, that’s a word that insinuates a pale pink. So no, I don’t blush, I turn into a tomato and my wife finds it hilarious. However it’s not really much of an occurrence, it does take quite a bit. 

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Ankles:

Have you ever been arrested? 

No I haven’t, and it’s not something that I aspire to do. People say I should because of the whole ‘muggle equality’ belief and by doings. 

[pllashley]

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

[pv-arthurweasley]

Lust: Something that I find attractive. Pride: Something that I like about myself. Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself. Envy: Something I wish I was better at. Gluttony: One of my favorite foods. Wrath: Something that gets me angry. Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

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Christmas Ball 1978.

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Molly Weasley housewife? More like cheating slut. I heard she was grinding all up on another man at a muggle dancing club, husband nowhere to be seen. What will Mr Weasley make of this?

My my. First an army of muffin-children, and now Muggle dancing sexcapades. There just aren’t enough hours in the day for Mrs. Weasley, but then she doesn’t have to worry about that. You heard it here first: Molly Weasley uses a time turner and frequently obliviates Mr. Weasley’s mind! He’s infatuated with muggle things because he has no choice. Molly has completely scrambled his noggin.

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Catch Up over Coffee || December 10, 1978 || Ted and Arthur

[Why were these things so damn heavy, Ted thought as he once again adjusted his arms to support the weight of the old television set. His parents had agreed to let him have it, although they didn’t know their son’s friend would want a old TV. “Don’t they have TVs,” his father had asked, to which Ted had to explain that technology wasn’t as advanced.

Apparating as close as he could to the Burrow, Ted walked slowly, carrying the heavy black box of a thing. When he’d made his way to the door, he nearly dropped the TV. Checking his watch, Ted noted that he was a few minutes late - damn TV. He knocked on the door, waited but no one came to the answer. Sighing, Ted picked up the TV and walked to the back, where the garage was. And there was Art, his back turned. He was probably working on something, Ted assumed.]

"Hiya, Art. Sorry I’m a bit late. Brought you something you’d like," Ted , setting down the TV on the ground and looked around the garage, "looks like a tornado hit through here."

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[Hearing the clunking sounds and mumbled curses that could only be Ted Tonks, Arthur headed for the door of his shed in a fast excitement. Ted had not been in his most recent presence and Arthur could not be happier to hear the grunting of a struggling man. Although in his haste, he did not close the wards because of security.] 

Walking out of the shed he pointed his wand at his best friend, it was a protocol that seemed ridiculous with the giant box at his feet but it was important anyway. "When you asked me my favourite colour the last time I spoke, I answered with what?" Arthur offered an apologetic look. "You really shouldn't enter places without being armed mate. What if I'm an imposter?" Arthur hoped that this would prompt the man to draw his wand, i was a good habit to get into according to the aurors and ministry. He wasn't taking risks. 

"I am sorry though, this is rather bland." Waiting for his question to be answered, Arthur's gaze fell to the large black box, what was it? Art smiled subconsciously before returning his focus to Ted's face. He couldn't be too safe.

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Art, Never fancied you one for revolution, but it's nice to hear about you and Molly doing things as a couple. Got to have hobbies, I suppose. Political takeover is nice, but might I suggest something like basket-weaving or candle-making? Much more low-key. - Fabian

Fab, 

I appreciate that, however our hobbies only include making your nephews and raising them. Seeing as part (a) is done, there's not much to fret about really. Political takeover is key when the whole community has no faith in their Ministry, it's the best chance to strike. Following Hitler, y'know. Anyway I have my muggle things, let alone having hobbies, it's like you barely know me. 

Art