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Feb 17, 2008 20:47

Who: Harry and Arthur
Where: Order HQ
When: 17 February
Status: Complete

( I would pay 100 Galleons for just 5 minutes of flying. )

harry potter, complete, arthur weasley

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vedovo February 17 2008, 21:21:16 UTC

Scratching at the back of his neck as he yawned, Arthur nudged the kitchen door open with his elbow and edged in, his arms full of crockery.

"Harry!" he said jovially, carefully plaacing all of the dirty cups and plates into the sink. Today was a good day - he'd finally got the last room cleaned out and there were some interesting artefacts he knew Hermione wouldn't mind having a look at. Perhaps it would lift her spirits a little bit.

"How are you doing, m'boy? Good to see you up and about." He clapped a hand gently onto Harry's shoulder and began to set about making himself a cup of tea.

gone_seeking February 19 2008, 19:57:08 UTC

Harry looked up when Mr.Weasley entered the kitchen, watching as he filled the sink. Standing up Harry added his own dirty cup to the pile.

"Bored," he said moodily turning on the tap and adding washing up liquid not bothering to use his wand as it give him something to do.

vedovo February 20 2008, 16:12:06 UTC

Arthur grinned.

"I'm not surprised," he said. "I've been the same since Carrow got hold of me - the others haven't let me out since. A bit like a caged animal, really."

Arthur sat down at the table whilst the kettle boiled, folding his arms across his chest. "Wonder if we could see if Penny can't charm one of the rooms to be extra big or something like that."

gone_seeking February 21 2008, 20:00:53 UTC

Harry's mood lighten a little at Arthur's words.

"That sounds like a good idea," He said moving back to the table. "I will have a chat with her later."

"So any news?"

vedovo February 22 2008, 02:49:56 UTC

Arthur sighed a little and shook his head. "No. Nothing."

His chest tightened - his thoughts turned instantly to Ron at Harry's words, though he wasn't sure if the young man opposite him was thinking the same. Perhaps he was simply wondering if he would be able to do any good, now that they had chosen to bring him back from the dead. All Arthur could think of, however, was the shattering force of fate that had once again served only to rip his family apart.

"I'm sure he's safe," Arthur murmured, though he sounded decidedly unconvinced. Running his hand over the stubble on his head nervously, Arthur stared uncomfortably into space before jumping at the whistle of the kettle. The sound urged him back into reality and movement, and he set about making his tea as calmly as he could.

His hands shook as he poured the water.