Moody scowls at Septimus and steps out into the hallway. He glowers at them and nods briskly at Arthur as he walks past.
"Not even a hello?" Madoc whispers disapprovingly. Arthur lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Had he smiled at Moody at all? Had he made him feel welcome?
"As it turns out, he appreciated my offer!" Septimus says proudly. "The very first offer I made, the one that you-" he points at Madoc "-rejected so thoroughly!"
Bilius holds out a hand. "Wait but did he say when the wedding would be?"
Arthur probably should start referring to Moody as Alastor if they're going to be married. Arthur shuts his eyes tightly. God, he hoped the wedding would be good.
A WIP of mine that’s been in the works since January and abandoned for a few months there though always on my mind. The moment I heard about this, I knew the only WIP I would work on for the entire month would be the arranged marriage fic.
[id: A bar graph of word count. X-Axis is counted up to 6000 words, Y axis is up to Oct 3. The first is labelled Already Had, and has 5059 words. Oct 1 is 423, 2nd 436 and 3rd 609 /end id]
Moody: Oh, I mixed the two up, aw man I know what it’s like to be called by the wrong name, I’ll just apologise so-
Fred: Haha, just kidding
Moody: Fuck you, fuck this, I- god why do I even try
[ID: Harry Potter passage from Deathly Hallows that reads: “I’m George,” said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. “Can’t you even tell us apart when we’re Harry?”
“Sorry, George-”
“I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really-”
“Enough messing around!” snarled Moody. “The other one- George or Fred or whoever you are - you’re with Remus. Miss Delacour-”
