“Ah, Harry! I hadn’t realised you’d be joining us at the Burrow!” Molly beamed, already making a mental note to put the kettle on.
“Now, tell me, how is Sirius these days? I do hope he’s been looking after himself properly!”
afraid it isn’t me you ought to be seeking a truce with, dear boy. My Arthur, on the other hand, might have something to say about it.” A knowing smile tugged at her lips. “She’s rather the jealous type, you see.”
She stared at the offered hand for a moment before an amused laugh escaped her, eventually reaching out to give it a careful shake.
“Oh, Theo, is it?” She questioned, giving his hand a firm, albeit brief, shake before releasing it.
“I’m-
I knew the words of someone who was in love all too well, the demeanor they carried, the devotion they carried in their heart. I now saw that in Molly Weasley. A smile came across my face as I extended my hand outwards to shake her’s.
“I’ll accept defeat. Truce?”
“The key word in that sentence, was young, dear /boy/. The young men are still boys who believe they are on the level of a true man. Though I should think a truly mature man wouldn’t need to spend so much time insisting upon it.” She paused, gaze shifting.
“But do carry on. I-
“There’s men and then there’s boys. You speak of boys. Boys that don’t know how to act properly around women. Experience comes with age and maturity.
I for one may be a pain in the arse and joke around a lot, but I am in no way a /boy/.”
My voice was calm.