@brokenpair
Molly hadn’t come to meet them at the station.
“Maybe something came up,” George had suggested as they hauled their trunks out of King’s Cross alone---they were the only two Weasley children leaving Hogwarts for Easter. Fred had hummed noncommittally, but they were both thinking the same thing. The wounds from their OWLs were still raw, and with the added distractions of the Bagman incident, the Tournament, and Fred’s new girlfriend, this year was proving to be an even worse year for marks than the last. George hadn’t been to Herbology in weeks. They were fully expecting a storm of maternal rage the moment they crossed the threshold of the Burrow.
But when Fred opened the door, it wasn’t their mother in the kitchen beyond. It was a stranger.
Or... not quite a stranger.
“Well, fuck me sideways, if it isn’t whatshisname,” Fred exclaimed before George roughly elbowed him out of the way to see the source of the commotion. He stared for slightly longer than was probably polite before his face broke into a bemused smile.
“So it is. Good to see you in one piece, mate. I was hoping you made it out of that mess okay. Er...” He dragged his trunk in after him and nudged the door shut with his foot. “If you don’t mind my asking, any particular reason you’re in our kitchen?”
