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[wecsleys-a]

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      arthur had picked the best spot on the grounds of the castle – far enough away to not be spotted, but close enough for molly to find him. laying down a ratted, plaid blanket he had, arthur spotted the girls curly hair. “ prewett ! you made it. color me surprised. i may have thought you’d wimp out on breaking the rules. ”

[wecsleys-a]

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event — first second ? third ? date

location — under a shady tree in ottery st. catchpole outside devon, england

               arthur  could’ve  smacked  himself  on  the  head  for  only  allowing  himself  less  than  a  whole  twenty-four  hours  to  prepare  for  his  date  with  molly.  nevertheless,  the  picnic  was  perfectly  laid  out  in  just  enough  time  before  her  arrival.  the  same  knit  blanket  from  their  first  date  made  its  reappearance  underneath  them,  as  did  the  iced  cold  pumpkin  juice.  this  time,  however,  arthur  was  happy  he  didn’t  have  to  sneak  around  the  hogwarts  kitchens  in  order  to  find  any  leftover  treats.  this  time,  everything  would  be  even  more  perfect  in  his  eyes.  —  but  the  sight  of  molly  is  truly  what  did  him  in,  she  was  powerful  in  that  way.  ❛  —  and  i  know  it  sounds  crazy,  but  it’s  true  !  my  brothers  truly  did  try  to  make  a  mud  pie  look  as  realistic  as  possible.  thankfully  enough  mum  could  tell  immediately,  but  if  not  i  think  the  smell  alone  might’ve  done  it,  ❜  his  story  finished  at  the  exact  moment  arthur’s  head  fell  back  again  in  laughter  as  he  rested  himself  on  his  elbows.