- look at her and the slight blush when she stood too close or paid him too much attention.
Molly smiled up at him as she spread the parchment out over the table to see the ingredients they needed.
- furious with her. She would take her scolding and then move on. It was a cycle at this point.
"Did you get the recipe?" Molly asked Arthur a few days after the ball.
- and questioning everything the warlock had to say. His beliefs, his points of views - she didn't agree with any of them and of course they couldn't marry someone like her. Very quickly, an end was put to the potential of a match. Her mother would end up
- still in full swing.
"I have to go back in." there was no enthusiasm in her voice. "I was meant to be introduced to someone tonignt. I think mother has begun the planning of my future."
- did speak her eyes. Lit up.
"You know how to make it? That's even better. I would probably have ruined it if I had to do it off from paper." she said a little forward and smiled up at him.
"When do you think you'll have some time for me?"
- make them things.
Molly used the napkin on her lap to wipe her fingers and lips, accidently smudging her lipstick in the process. "Yeah anything is better than what they're serving in there."
She slowly undid the wraps around the cake.
"You're my favorite Weasley." Molly told him. "I've been around your brothers enough to recognize that their teasing is sometimes just, mean." she spoke carefully, not wanting to make him feel upset in anyway.
"They're not as nice -
Arthur sat down beside her and caught his breath. “Sorry— I mean, I do like them, I suppose.” He spoke shyly, not meaning to appear ungrateful for his family, not everyone had the privilege. “They just, I suppose teasing is to be expected when —
"You say stuff like that alot." Molly said, slowly down once they were far enough and appearing a bench.
"About your family, especially your brothers."
Arthur felt like his own tongue was lodged in his throat. He had to shake his head to remove the image of a small toddler with incredibly fiery hair from his mind. “Yeah— uh— load of old tosh, I agree.” He nodded like a little nodding dog figurine, like his head was —
"Paying attention to what? The same speech they give at every ball? Plus they'll probably be happy to see us sneaking off and assume we're off creating a bunch of Pureblood babies."
Still holding onto his much larger and surprisingly tougher hand, she lead him through the-
Her hand was quite warm, that’s all he noticed as she dragged him away. It took a moment for his brain to catch up properly. “I—uh— Molly, won’t we get into trouble? For not paying attention?” He glanced back over his shoulder awkwardly but nobody seemed to care where he -/
- growing such strong and elite bloodlines. Molly was barely paying attention.
"Let's go have some." she said taking his hand so she could lead him out of the room.
While the two were chatting, someone had gotten on the podium and was making a speech. They loved their speeches, in them they always made sure to mention how better they were than everyone else. How it was important for everyone in this room to continue -
“It’s vanilla and buttercream.” He tried not to dwell on her laughter. Was she laughing at him? Maybe he should’ve squished it a little, pretending it was just a running joke between them now.
“It’s my favourite, my mum makes it. I mostly love it because my brothers —