โ ( george mackay, twenty-four, cismale ) hey, was that ARTHUR WEASLEY passing by? I didnโt think the PUREBLOOD was a student, but Iโd recognize HIM anywhere. rumor has it theyโre working as a MUGGLE HISTORY TEACHING ASSISTANT, so who knows what theyโre doing here. they always reminded me of BAD MOON RISING BY CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL. Iโve also heard theyโve been recruited by THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. but despite all that I think theyโre still ECCENTRIC, HONORABLE & OPTIMISTIC and A WORKAHOLIC, EMOTIONAL & COMPULSIVE. and the GRYFFINDOR alum still reminds me of mix-matched socks, cold cups of tea long forgotten while you work, sleepy smiles, a vast collection of vintage sweaters, quickly scribbled handwritten love letters, late nights with friends traded in for late night diaper changes . well, then, I guess some things never change.ย โ
โย Times like these, dark times, they do funny things to people.ย โ
Q U I C K F I R Eย
Full Name: Arthur Harfang Weasley
Birthday/Star Sign: February 6th / Aquariusย
Birthplace: Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon England
Sexuality: Heterosexual but will kiss his homies good night
Relationship Status: Engaged to Molly Prewett
Wand: 14โณ pear with dragon heartstring core and slightly swishy
Patronus: Weasel
Amortentia: Wildflowers, loose tea, the earth after it rains, cinnamon, dusty old book pages
Boggart: Losing his family
H I S T O R Yย
ย ย ย The weird youngest child energy is strong with this one. Arthur has two older brothers. They were all close as children, though Arthur could always sense some sort of confusion around his obsession with any and everything muggle from a young age. His childhood was one filled with constant happiness and warmth, unfortunately a rather rare occurence amongst the Sacred Twenty-Eight society he was raised in.
When he arrived at Hogwarts, the sorting hat barely had to graze his head before announcing him a Gryffindor. He flourished in school, the extroverted side of his personality finally clawing through to the surface. God bless any muggleborn student who was able to sit through Arthur constantly picking at their brain. While Arthur was a good student, he was no stranger to detention. He was the first to stand up for any of his friends when his fellow pureblood bullies came around. Many bat-bogey hex victims were sent to the infirmary at Arthurโs hands. While usually behavior like this would be any headmasterโs worst nightmare, Ablus Dumbledore isnโt like every other headmaster. Arthurโs loyalties to Dumbledore run deep and were sprung from the times that the headmaster sided with Arthur that kept his record cleaner than it should have been.
While his parents had made it clear the blood status of whoever he eventually fell in love with didnโt matter, there must have been a bit of pride when he fell head over heels for a fellow Sacred Twenty-Eight member. Arthur and Molly. Even a stranger would know they were made for each other. They began to date while in school, and to no surprise to any of their friends, they stayed together after graduation, if not stronger than before. As the world around him began to fall into uncertainity with whispers of a war brewing, Molly and the love they shared remained constant. After almost eight years of dating, Arthur finally popped the question last year.
After graduation, Arthur started a job as a research assistant in the Ministry. While he enjoyed working with muggle artefacts all day long, he was never fully satisfied. It was hard to feel like he was making a difference while cataloging all day. It was around this time, his old school headmaster made a reappearence in Arthurโs life. Recieving an invite from Dumbledore personally to join the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix was certainly a daunting moment in Arthurโs life; but with the growing list of muggleborn murders or disapperances, Arthur was constantly worried that one of his friendโs names would end up on one of those lists. The decision, though daunting, was easy for Arthur to make.
The offer of a posistion at Hogwarts College couldnโt have come at a better time, as a surprise guest in the form of William Weasley came into Molly and Arthurโs life a few months ago. With their wedding put off to the side in favor of focusing on their new jobs and family member, snide comments from other members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight about forced engagements and an illegitimate son that once fell on deaf ears begin to be heard.
๐๐๐๐ง๐: Muggle History Department
๐๐๐ค: @xwulfโ
โFor the last time, Remus,โ Arthur spoke, clearing a spot off of his small desk, โyou donโt have to call me Professor Weasley. Iโm not technically even a professor... and it makes me feel old.โ His words turned into a soft chuckle as he finished. His eyes darted from the closed office door to Remus in a nervous fashion. With the chaos that had seemingly erupted during William Cornfootโs memorial, Arthur had barely had time to reconnect with any member of the Order. โSo,โ he began again, his voice considerably lower than before. โhave you heard anything from Albus regarding... recent events yet?โ While he was seemingly left in the dark, Arthur still held out for the chance that perhaps news just hadnโt reached him yet.
๐๐๐๐ง๐: School Grounds
๐๐๐ค: @regallionheartโ
As much as Arthur loved his muggle things-- sometimes the department got overwhelming, even for him. The shocking way that back to school events had ended a couple of days ago had sent shockwaves throughout the university, especially in Arthurโs little muggle studies department. Needing some fresh air to clear his mind, he had stepped out for a short walk around the early fall campus. His walk seemed to be going just fine and proper, until the unusual smell of smoke hit his nose. While he wanted to forget about it, that surely wouldnโt look great on his staff record.
Following the smell, Arthur soon found the culprit, his eyes widening as he recognized the bright front page ofย โThe Heraldโ. โPardon! Pardon,โ he called out, still unable to recognize just who he was talking to from behind, โthat could be a future artefact youโre holding there, donโt put it to waste like that!โย
๐๐๐๐ง๐: The Three Broomsticks
๐๐๐๐ฃ: August 31st 1980
๐๐๐ค: Open !!
A night out felt surreal in this atmosphere. While the memories he had regarding the pub were happy ones from school, yet tonight the energy seemed different. Arthur had known William Cornfoot in a strictly professional manner; his death hadnโt fully settled in his mind. Working in a very similiar field, it seemed only logical he would be at the memorial tonight. Holding his pint of butter beer while leaning against the bar, Arthur still felt out of place in the small crowd, despite recognizing quite a few faces already inside.
Perhaps the fact he didnโt have a baby in tow fed into that--ย it had only dawned on Arthur in the last hour or so this was his first time being completely baby-free for a night since, well... he couldnโt recall.ย โ It was nice of Rosmerta to close down the pub for a memorial, โ Arthur began to muse, turning to the person standing near him,ย โ Cornfoot was a great man.ย โ
