Who Are You || Molly + Arthur || 1961
thatweasleyguy:
Arthur gasped “How rude!” he barked appalled that She didn’t find his name suting enough for her. ‘In All my days’ he thought rephrasing his Father’s famous saying in his head. Arthur was offended, by her comment not thinking she would have ever said something like that as conversation starter.
Shaking his head, Arthur half heartedly wanted to walk away leaving her to fend off her rude awkwardness alone. but something kept him glued to where he stood. Scrunching his nose as if he smelt something foul he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “What’s your Name?” he asked wanted to know what eyesore was tacked on to a mouth piece like her .
Molly put her head in her hands, idiot, idiot, idiot, was the only word she could think of. This was the worst first impression she had ever made, and if this Arthur boy ever spoke to her again it would be a miracle. “Idiot.” Was the word that came out of her mouth when he asked her name and the she quickly shook her head. “I mean Molly. Sorry, my name is Molly.”
“Idiot?” he repeated the word with a rised brow trying to figure out if she was pulling his leg or not. For the life of him Arthur didn’t understand women or the way they worked. He was starting to think this what his oldest brother meant when he told Arthur to steer clear of them for they were all mental. Bracing himself for some sort of melt down, Arthur didn’t know what to expect. Was she going cry? Girls always cried or at least that’s what he was told.
His brother Arlington was older so he had to be right. Right? Shrugging his shoulders Arthur shook off his thoughts as the small girl blurted out another name that seemed more likely. “Molly.” he repeated this time almost like a tune. It was cute, just like her. Arthur instantly broke into a smile “Nice to meet you.” he said holding out his hand for a proper introduction.
