kingsley & molly || burrow help
@motherhenmolls
Kingsley wore black on black on black. Professional robes matched perfectly with black trousers and shiny, black shoes. He was the epitome of pristine as his fist rapped against the door of the Burrow. Magical protective wards lifted for the evening to allow Order of the Phoenix members in; but he knew caution would remain.
There was a distant sound of children from within- Bill and Charlie, he believed, laughing as they ran around, entertaining themselves as Molly, no doubt, cooked or cleaned for company while Arthur got everything ready for the meeting.
He was early. It was his way. A helping hand he always offered; whether it be with the kids, with meal prep, with setting up chairs, or offering additional security measures in case the Death Eaters had discovered their meeting date and location.
There was a smile on his lips as the door creaked open and Molly’s face came into view.
“Evening, Molly. How are you?” he asked pleasantly. “I hope you don’t mind; I came to assist.”