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[nineheadaches]

A. Action [ 338 Brady ]

[ SPRING CLEANING STARTS NOW.

AND YOU ARE PARTICIPATING.

Any soul unfortunate enough to either be living at 338 Brady or passing by will find themselves passively aggressively dragged into a multitude of household chores- a clean house is a happy house! (Also Molly has been getting absolutely stir crazy without any gnomes to

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C

[cowardly_snake]

[Lucius is still exploring and has found himself in the grocery store. Once he spots Molly, he can't resist a jibe.]

With that much food, no wonder you have such a large house.

Re: C

[nineheadaches]

[ talk about a face that Mrs Molly Weasley was most certainly not expecting to run into!

...and being as snivelling and foul as ever!]

You!

[ have a ham being pointed at you in a threatening manner, Mr Malfoy ]

I don't have the foggiest idea so to why you are here, but rest assured I will not tolerate...rudeness!

Re: C

[cowardly_snake]

[He bats the ham away absent-mindedly, wishing for his cane.]

Trust me. I don't want to be here any more than you want me.

Re: C

[nineheadaches]

Well, good!

[ NOT PUTTING THE HAM DOWN and instead just. Glaring at you!!!]

C

[nibelungprelude]

[Having not yet gotten used to this whole housewife business, Karin herself is perusing the grocery store with a short and confused-looking list, complete with a number of scratched-out items on it. She catches a glimpse of Molly as she emerges from the produce aisle, and blinks several times in rapid succession. That was a lot of food. Must have been a large household. Would she need to get that much to feed her supposed children properly? She... wasn't really entirely sure.

Karin cleared her throat softly, attempting to be polite, but really just managing to look and sound incredibly sheepish.]

I'm sorry to bother you; could you tell me where to find bread? Or maybe... meals that come already cooked. that would be even better. [Shopping is miserable. How do people do this on a regular basis?] I'm a little... hopelessly lost.

Re: C

[nineheadaches]

[ Molly double takes, halting from loading a sack of onions into her buggy ]

I'm sorry dear, did you just...say you wanted meals that were already cooked?

[CONCERN. IT'S THERE. ]

Re: C

[nibelungprelude]

[Karin flushes slightly. That did sound ridiculous, didn't it...]

... they make those, don't they? The frozen kind? [She blushes a bit harder.] I can't cook, but Mayfield saw fit to make me a housewife.

Re: C

[nineheadaches]

[ a slight huff ] Well you will most certainly find that there is more to being a housewife than cooking!

[ the huffiness almost immediately fades, however, replaced by a genuine smile ]

And whatever sort of contraptions they have here, you ought to know they are entirely rubbish. It is far more better serving to learn a few simply casseroles than buy something that could be used to bludgeon a gnome.

A

[tenebrousking]

My dear woman, if I'm going to be kidnapped, I'm spending my time doing what I want. Your chores are, frankly, not even on the list.

Re: A

[nineheadaches]

[ from the doorway- Molly is currently struggling to lift a large area rug through the door ]

It isn't about doing my chores, young man, I could just use some help lifting this rug out into the open!

[ an offended stare ]

You wouldn't just walk right by some poor woman needing assistance, now would you?

[tenebrousking]

[deepest of sighs]

I don't see why I wouldn't. But if it's a poor woman as lovely as yourself, I suppose I can make an exception.

[With the most reluctant of expressions, he sweeps into a bow before walking up the steps. Ergh. Manual labor.]

[nineheadaches]

Thank you dear, that is very courteous of you!

[ blowing some frizzled red hair out of her face, Molly proceeds to continue struggling with the rug]

B

[lightsguide]

[ Dinner with mum almost always guaranteed a full stomach and a requirement for loose pants. The 'sit down' part was a little nerve wracking, after all, did his mum know? He'd have to start practicing his poker face in the mirror today. ]

Mum, you know I'll always eat whatever you want to feed me. [ Unless it was corned beef. ]

And, er, thanks for the sweater, mum. I hear it's spring already, time to be nice and toasty!

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[nineheadaches]

[ ...SUSPICION]

Ronald, darling, is everything quite alright?

Re: B

[lightsguide]

[ YOU ABSOLUTELY DID NOT JUST HEAR HIM GULP LOUDLY. ]

Of course, mum! Everything is all right in every way possible. [and, cue topic change. ] So, what are you planning on feeding us?

Re: B

[nineheadaches]

[ OH SHE ABSOLUTELY DID SO ]

In every way possible? What sorts of ways would those be?

c

[backseat_dragon]

-One of the workers with a completely conspicuous pairs of dragons on his back approaches her.-

Can I help you, ma'am?

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[nineheadaches]

[ staring at the dragons for a few beats and trying not to be reminded of her second eldest son Charlie who breeds them for a living ]

Yes, I suppose you can if it's not too much trouble! I'm looking for some muggle contraption called... [ she frowns ] Foyall.

[backseat_dragon]

-A confused look is exchanged between Ashton and his dragons.-

You mean tinfoil?

[nineheadaches]

Is that what it's called? The shiny thing that fits around any plate?