RP: Sometime's I'm right, sometime's I'm wrong/But he doesn't care, he'll string along
Date: May 31, 2003
Character(s): Molly and Arthur Weasley
Location: The Beedle Bar, and then outside Annwn
Status: Private
Summary: Molly has completely forgotten what day it is, but Arthur hasn't.
Completion: Incomplete
Molly was on another of her cleaning sprees, a decidedly unsatisfying one considering how small their room was. This was one of the few reasons she'd be glad when they finally found a house in Annwn, because then she'd be able to properly work out her frustrations.
And there were so many of them. Between Annwn itself, her barely seen children, and the conversation she'd had with Fred, Molly thought she'd go insane for not being able to fix every problem that came across her threshold. True, it had been years since every problem became tolerable with a kiss and hug from her, but she still felt as though she should be able to do something to make the lives of her children easier, or happier.
Apart from her children, she didn't even want to think about Tonks and the trouble the girl had gotten herself into.
With a sigh, Molly plopped herself on the bed and looked about for something, anything else she could clean. Nothing. She pondered the idea of going downstairs and asking for permission to set her sights on the bar and restaurant areas. That could work.
Character(s): Molly and Arthur Weasley
Location: The Beedle Bar, and then outside Annwn
Status: Private
Summary: Molly has completely forgotten what day it is, but Arthur hasn't.
Completion: Incomplete
Molly was on another of her cleaning sprees, a decidedly unsatisfying one considering how small their room was. This was one of the few reasons she'd be glad when they finally found a house in Annwn, because then she'd be able to properly work out her frustrations.
And there were so many of them. Between Annwn itself, her barely seen children, and the conversation she'd had with Fred, Molly thought she'd go insane for not being able to fix every problem that came across her threshold. True, it had been years since every problem became tolerable with a kiss and hug from her, but she still felt as though she should be able to do something to make the lives of her children easier, or happier.
Apart from her children, she didn't even want to think about Tonks and the trouble the girl had gotten herself into.
With a sigh, Molly plopped herself on the bed and looked about for something, anything else she could clean. Nothing. She pondered the idea of going downstairs and asking for permission to set her sights on the bar and restaurant areas. That could work.