You'll love Molly, Hestia, she's one-in-a-million.
*He offers this over Fabian's dislocated shoulder as brightly as he can, considering the awkward and shuffling three-legged gait that's taking the two of them up the garden path. This morning had been going so well--at seven in the morning anyone sane ought to be asleep and he did so like to be the big spoon--and then, of course, there was that Patronus, and then apologizing profusely while throwing on some proper clothes. And then resignedly fishing Fabian out of the wreckage of his broom, and not even being surprised and barely annoyed at having to do so, and perhaps it's all the best that this is how Hestia meets the family at large because this is more-or-less the norm for them, who is anyone kidding.*
I'm sure she'll be too angry at this idiot to even notice you, but one-in-a-million nonetheless.
*Hestia offers the best encouraging smile she can muster towards Gideon before turning to refocus her eyes on the ground ahead of her. Gideon's reassuring words about Molly hardly quells her nervousness in meeting another member of his family, but she had heard enough kind words about Molly to know she shouldn't really be too worried. She had also frequently heard about Arthur's penchant for Muggles - that would at least lend some familiarity to her own family life.*
*Arthur's morning had been utterly unlike that of the three approaching the house. The Burrow is as (relatively) quiet; the children are all still asleep, and therefore the only sound is the occasional mad gnome giggle outside and the rustling of the pages of whatever Molly is reading. Arthur, who isn't due in the office until nine, stands at the kitchen window watching one of the giggling gnomes chasing a bird who is dive-bombing another gnome, a cup of tea in hand, still in striped pyjamas.
The gnome-bird-gnome chase is just getting interesting (there are now acorns involved) when there's a crack crack just past the gate, and the garden antics are altogether forgotten. Arthur is too used to seeing his brothers-in-law bloody and battered, but it's still always alarming, and at this distance he can't tell if this is from an attack, or from Fabian being Fabian. (He can tell Fabian's the one hurt by the clothes; no one else with such ginger hair would dare to wear that shade of purple
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*That crack crack crack has her dropping the copy of Witch Weekly and the sardines-on-toast, and Molly's eyes automatically snap to the clock on the wall. But her brothers' hands are at 'the Burrow' and not 'Mortal Peril' and not--well, she shouldn't even think such things, where the hands would point if. She beats her husband out the door, somehow, despite his head start and her seven-months-bulk; her waddle is rapid and undignified, her face so ashen each freckle stands out like an inkspot.*
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You'll love Molly, Hestia, she's one-in-a-million.
*He offers this over Fabian's dislocated shoulder as brightly as he can, considering the awkward and shuffling three-legged gait that's taking the two of them up the garden path. This morning had been going so well--at seven in the morning anyone sane ought to be asleep and he did so like to be the big spoon--and then, of course, there was that Patronus, and then apologizing profusely while throwing on some proper clothes. And then resignedly fishing Fabian out of the wreckage of his broom, and not even being surprised and barely annoyed at having to do so, and perhaps it's all the best that this is how Hestia meets the family at large because this is more-or-less the norm for them, who is anyone kidding.*
I'm sure she'll be too angry at this idiot to even notice you, but one-in-a-million nonetheless.
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*Hestia offers the best encouraging smile she can muster towards Gideon before turning to refocus her eyes on the ground ahead of her. Gideon's reassuring words about Molly hardly quells her nervousness in meeting another member of his family, but she had heard enough kind words about Molly to know she shouldn't really be too worried. She had also frequently heard about Arthur's penchant for Muggles - that would at least lend some familiarity to her own family life.*
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The gnome-bird-gnome chase is just getting interesting (there are now acorns involved) when there's a crack crack just past the gate, and the garden antics are altogether forgotten. Arthur is too used to seeing his brothers-in-law bloody and battered, but it's still always alarming, and at this distance he can't tell if this is from an attack, or from Fabian being Fabian. (He can tell Fabian's the one hurt by the clothes; no one else with such ginger hair would dare to wear that shade of purple ( ... )
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--what is it, what's happened--
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