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This was the first time Molly had been genuinely confused by how things worked in some marriages. She couldn’t really see Arthur trying to get friends for her, but there weren’t many people she could see Arthur being eager to pawn her off on. Regardless, she wasn’t one to lie and say she had enough friends of her own. Molly had been so busy trying to keep three sons from killing one another that she did neglect her own social life a bit.
She also doubted that Fenrir counted as more than one friend. To her credit, he was the size of about three men, so it should count as three. When Molly finally saw the woman, she seemed to snap out of her own head and offered a proper smile. “Brigitte, yes?” Almost on cue, a crash was heard and followed by it were her two boys running away.
“Charlie, William--would you two behave! We have company, don’t make me tell Santa to return your gifts!” In contrast to her small stature, she was very capable of having her voice travel through the area, causing the boys to apologize in unison.
“Sorry. I’m Molly Weasley, it’s nice to meet you. The two demons you just heard are my sons--Charlie and William. Percy is with his Father. I’m making some coffee right now, or do you want tea instead? Vincent said we’d get along.”