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Just then there was an explosion that made Sirius yelp, flapping his arms in alarm. The explosion was quickly followed by the sound of a man laughing and a woman yelling, “Arthur!”
“What the Dickens was that?” Sirius said, looking around wildly.
A short woman with fiery red hair exited the front door and then ran off to the barn, barely taking any notice of Remus and Sirius.
“Arthur Weasley, what have you done?” the woman, obviously Molly, said as she ran back there.
A tall, red haired man stepped out of the barn with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“I’ve done it!” the man, presumably Arthur Weasley, said.
“Done what?” Molly demanded.
“Why, I’ve made gunpowder of course,” Arthur stated with pride.
“Gunpowder? What on Earth for?” Molly asked.
“A cannon, of course,” Arthur said.
“You don’t have* a cannon!” Molly said.
“Well, no, but I was reading about mediaeval cannons on this website,” Arthur said.
“Website? What website?” Molly said.
“A website on mediaeval arms and battles,” Arthur said.
“Arthur, I don’t mind coming with you to reenactments, and lord knows the children love it. I don’t even mind helping you make your costumes, though I do wish you’d let me use a sewing machine,” Molly said.
“No, no. Can’t use a sewing machine. Has to be authentic!” Arthur said, gesturing firmly with his hands.
“Yes, I understand that. All I’m saying, dear, is that I draw a line at cannons,” Molly said.
Excerpt from All That We Have Left by @pommedeplume.
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