DATE: 15 July, 1979 TIME: 1:49 AM SETTING: The Burrow STATUS: closed ( @goldenmvry )
It’s with great reluctance that Arthur leaves his wife at St Mungo’s, a splash of fiery red among the bone-white cleanness of the rest of the hospital. But Mary — bless her heart — is still at home with the boys, and he knows better than to ask too much of the poor girl, who probably wants nothing more than to take off her heels and collapse at her flat. A godsend, really. Arthur decides he’s going to make it up to her one day.
Arthur’s surprised that she’s still awake when he apparates back to the Burrow, since if it were him, he’d be passed out on the couch. “Thank you so much for looking after them, Mary. I hope the boys weren’t too much of a headache. I’m so sorry for troubling you.” Arthur smiles kindly, rubbing a sore spot at the crick of his neck. Merlin. He’s getting old. If he were less tired, he would’ve thought the sight of Mary, draped in her prink frothy dress and shimmering jewels, in the midst of the mess and mundane living room a rather jarring sight. But as it is, his mind is fixed on other things. “It’s late and you’re probably exhausted,” he adds. “If you want, you can sleep here for the night. You can take our room, and I’m sure that Molly won’t mind if you borrow a few of her things to sleep in. It’s the least I can do after asking you to stay so late.”
