The Burrow 12.15pm April 10, 1982 @lovingxmother @artweasley
Dusty, dishevelled and determined, Gideon emerged from the basement, a box of curiosities that had only been marked CRAFTS in Molly’s handwriting caught under one arm. There was really only so long you could stall in your sister’s basement catching up with old friends and he supposed that timing had finally expired. Voices from the kitchen were a fair indication that feeding time was well underway at the zoo, Arthur’s easygoing cheer mingling with Molly’s sterner tone and the excited babble of five children all thoroughly invested in lunch time.
In for a knut, in for a galleon he supposed.
“’Ello Weasleys,” a belated tap of his boot against the open kitchen door functioned as a late knocking, crafts box carefully set down as a makeshift doorstop as he ambled inside. “Have the tigers all been fed for the day or can I still get some?”
