The Tinkerer

name: arthur weasley age: thirty affiliation: member of the order of the phoenix former house: gryffindor Marital status: married to molly occupation: employee in the misuse of muggle artifacts office

[madamdriver]

“What worked really well on this was that they got a really good cast in place before. Everybody was committed, so everybody knew we were going to be working with good people. It’s been easy, which is kind of the best thing you can say.”

[dont-awaken-a-sleeping-harry]

“Ah! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you. GRYFFINDOR!”

Weasley family moodboard for @slytherin-assasin

[redhairedmamabear]

Arthur Weasley + Molly Prewett

[hidekomoon]

Wizard families : the Weasleys 📙

[hollowedrpg]

POST-VIGIL ASKS —

📻 What part of Glenda’s message piqued your character’s interest the most? 

✨ What does your character think about the possibility of a second Order headquarters?

💀Is there someone your character distrusts following Glenda’s warning?

💔 Who was your character thinking of before the last part of Glenda’s message cut off?

🌸 Was your character able to find any closure as a result of the vigil? 

[ginnyweasiee]

Autumn Aesthetics (3/?) - Arthur Weasley

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

[tinkeringarthur-blog]

dorcas:

Date & Time: January 21st,  4:48pm Location: Abandoned Meadow

She wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t have a soft spot for the littles that just simply seemed to love being able to be in the air and learning the game of Quidditch for the first time and the Weasley boys were certainly no exception to the fact that their faces lit up still whenever they’d catch the Quaffle or when they would jump on a broom and go zooming off. In England there wasn’t always as many chances to be able to fly when you’re little as one would like, unless you were willing to get more than a little wet and possibly muddy.

It certainly helped that all the children were more than willing to run around and be more than a little crazy and screaming, enjoying the time outdoors and caused Doe to smile softly at the set before running a hand through her hair and waving at the eldest Weasley boy when he hollered. “Doing rather good,” she said, sitting down in the grass and crossing her legs. “How are you and the babies doing? Looks like some of them are most certainly enjoying the sunshine we have today.”

The children did seem to be enjoying it, and it seemed like Arthur might be a little bit less frazzled than he was more days than not without his wife there supporting him. As much as the Order could try to feel like they were doing more than what he required in helping, Dorcas couldn’t imagine that anyone would be able to really take up the slack that Molly Weasley had undoubtedly left, especially with the potential loss weighing on everyone. “Mostly though, how are you doing?”

The eldest three flitted through the airs, their laughter and Percy’s unsure voice floating down to the rest of the group as background noise. Arthur smiled over at Dorcas as she sat and he chuckled warmly. “We’re, uh, doing well. B-Bill’s trying to-to teach Percy how to fly and, um, I’m not sure he’s meant for it.” He admitted quietly. The twins moved closer to Dorcas, though not close enough to touch. They were curious little mischief seekers and Arthur wondered what could possibly be going through their heads.

Arthur leaned back onto his elbow, taking in Dorcas’ face. “Holding up, I’d very much like for-for more news but.. we’re... settling in? Not, um, moving out of the-the tent y-yet ‘cause I-I dunno where M-Molly’d wanna be but..” He frowned. “How-How’re you, um, settling in? Godric’s Hollow’s... an in-interesting place to m-move to now..”

[queennelliespretties]

Arthur Weasley JK Rowling’s Harry Potter

[icequeendraco]

Arthur Weasley aesthetic

[thebookobserver]

I think we all need to be more like Mr Weasley.

He loves what he loves, no matter what people say.

I respect him so much for that.

[tinkeringarthur-blog]

xeno:

Only looking up after explaining exactly what he was doing, Xenophilius was glad to see it was Arthur who had wandered over to the small garden they’d been working on lately. He wasn’t sure exactly what the other was chuckling over, as in his opinion Viriblnets were very serious business, but he had long ago stopped questioning what others found amusing about his discoveries. At least Arthur was always kind, and often times was willing to listen, even with such a weight on his shoulders.

“Of course, of course, and I sincerely hope that is how you find your Molly as well,” Xenophilius said with a wave of a gloved hand. The task he had set out to accomplish with the odd plants was, of course, to help do just that, or at the least provide a hint of comfort to the others knowing something was out there searching for them, but the whims of the human mind did not control magical creatures such as the ones he was attempting to summon.

“Viriblnets, you see, are experts at finding that which you want in the way you need it. My hope is that those amongst us longing for loved ones all need them in body and mind, as you need your Molly, and therefore that is how the Viriblnets would find them. But it’s not a precise art. The creatures have minds of their own. They sense what we cannot,” he explained, just as a thought struck, urged forward by whispers in his ear, a sudden worry. “Are the children going to be at the vigil?”

“These, um, Viri-Viri-Viri... c-creatures seem very.. very clever.” Arthur replied, his ears turning pink due to his embarrassment. He didn’t expect Xenophilius to have the patience to deal with his stutter so he reworded his sentence. Arthur couldn’t help but hope that Xeno was correct in his assumptions so that their missing would be returned soon. He didn’t know how many more restless nights and questions from the children that he could handle. Arthur didn’t want to lie to them, didn’t want to give them a false sense of the world, but he also didn’t want to upset them either.

“Of-Of course? They’re.. They need it too. It’s for, uh, for everyone.” He frowned, wondering why Xeno was asking. “Aren’t you going?” He glanced at the plants, now pondering why he wouldn’t bring his children. They needed the hope and the feeling of community that came with the vigil. In truth, it was Arthur who needed the support. He wasn’t handling this well.

“What would you have them do in-instead?”

[tinkeringarthur-blog]

Arthur stood near the vigil, Ginny and Ron tucked in the buggy with the twins sitting beside it. The older kids who could be trusted to hold candles stood nearby solemnly. Arthur could almost swear he heard Bill whispering reassurances but he wasn’t sure. Everyone was paying their respects. He, himself, was saying what could only be described as a prayer to whatever or whoever might be listening for everyone’s safe return and to take care of those who they’d lost forever.

It was within this silent moment that Glenda’s voice rang out and his eyes snapped up to the radio, glued there as though the witch was standing before them and speaking. His heart was racing and he felt one of his children cling to his leg but couldn’t look to see who it was.

Headquarters, members turning to the darkness, all of that information quickly flooded into his ears and swiftly back out once word of the lost was spoken. Arthur wanted to shout, wanted Glenda to just spit it out already, when she was interrupted.

“NO!” Arthur’s shout was involuntary and he was embarrassed by his own outburst. He bit his tongue and emotionally retreated to check on his children who were all startled. Whether that was by him or the broadcast he couldn’t be sure but he took a shaky breath to steady himself and managed a “L-Let’s get back to-to the tent, yeah?”

Arthur wouldn’t sleep that night, or likely any night following.

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[leikamei]

[viria]

Because in the Goblet of Fire Molly mentioned being scolded for coming back at 4 am, so I had to draw her hanging out with Arthur at Hogsmeade way later than they were allowed>)

[tinkeringarthur-blog]

alastor:

Alastor nodded his affirmation. He leaned forward whispering loud enough that Arthur could still hear, although the boys were too wound up to probably notice, “If you finish all your work, I have a friend who found a new book about dragons.” 

He had to commend Arthur and all that he did for his children. He knew he probably didn’t have too much time before the twins would wake and attempt to do something like set the tent on fire, so Alastor didn’t wonder too far from the tents opening before he turned to face Arthur.

“How’s everything holding up?”

Charlie’s face lit up and he began to write with more intention. Bill winked at Alastor and also returned to his work. Percy, who had yet to acknowledge Alastor’s presence by more than a polite greeting, glanced up and then returned to his arithmetic without a word. Arthur was still trying to figure out just what his interests were other than everything related to furthering his own knowledge.

Arthur followed Alastor with his hands in his pockets, trying not to think of what horror could be awaiting to be told. When instead of bad news he was met with a question the surprise was clear upon his face. “Oh, uh...” He frowned, thinking about the question. “Alright, I suppose? Um... The-The kids’re... They’re getting, um, r-restless.. Definitely... Definitely, um, starting to get used to-used to Godric’s Hollow, though. I’m doing fine, though..” He wasn’t entirely sure it was the truth but he figured it had to be for now.

[tinkeringarthur-blog]

■ - for a thought my muse keeps to themselves.

Arthur has started to think this war might be unwinnable. Seeing children slaughtered as well as brave adults that have fought so hard for this for so very long has started to make Arthur believe there’s nothing else they can do. Arthur certainly isn’t much of a fighter and the fire is threatening to go out should he lose much else.