RP: Thank you for everything

[headonshoulders]

Date: 19 June 2001
Characters: Nick, Molly
Status: Private
Summary: Nick wants to show Molly how much her support has meant to him
Completion: Complete

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[mumof7redheads]

Molly arrived home from an afternoon consulting with her editor with no idea what she was goig to make for supper. She thought she might have some leftover turkey yet, unless someone had eaten it. Perhaps a creamy turkey pasta... There was Chinese food in her house.

A lot of it.

With everything. "I." She shook her head. "Er. Hello?"

As no one answered immediately, she snitched a bit of chicken and popped it in her mouth. It was lovely.

Well. Perhaps the turkey could wait.

[headonshoulders]

Nick reemerged from the bathroom, formal dress robes billowing about him, and he shot her a very pleased smile. "Molly! Perfect timing. I have something for you."

He disappeared around the corner again and came back with a huge bouquet of flowers, an arrangement of alstroemeria, daisies, tulips, and lilies.

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Molly gasped and took the bouquet. "Sir Nick! This is unexpected! What brought this on?"

She touched one delicate speckled petal with her free hand. "These are lovely. Oh! I should get them in water, then. I always think water does better than a preservation charm on cut flowers, don't you?"

[headonshoulders]

"I couldn't agree more," Nick beamed, absolutely thrilled at her reaction. "Sometimes physical, non-magical means seem to go further than charms. It's why I never use shaving charms, you know." He touched his close-shaved cheek and then stroked his beard contemplatively.

"I do hope you're hungry," he called after her, eying the mountain of food. Perhaps he'd gone just a little overboard.

[headonshoulders]

"I don't have too much to move," Nick said, "and everything should fit in the expanding wardrobe Dumbledore gave me, singing suit of armour and all." He mentally inventoried the contents of his room. Clothes, mirror, books, sword, some of Zach's photos, Sir Cai's things, and of course, the record collection. "Perhaps not my turntable and albums. I wouldn't dare trust delicate Muggle things inside one of Albus' artifacts. That said, I should be able to manage on my own, though I thank you for the offer."

He eyed the food and laughed, embarrassed. "I didn't realise I'd ordered quite so much. I hadn't been planning on taking any with me. You might as well keep the leftovers- you're a busy lady, and you often have unexpected guests popping by."

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"Better a surplus than arguing over who gets the last chicken leg, don't you think?" Molly asked brightly.

"So. What are you and Zach up to these days? Besides moving into a new home and enjoying your flesh?"

[headonshoulders]

Nick choked on said chicken leg and took a huge swallow of tea to help him recover. He had never met a woman so utterly straightforward as Molly Weasley.

When he could speak again, he said, "Zach is still working on the biography of your friend Rex. And he's still taking marvelous photographs as well. I know I'm just a bit biased, but he has amazing talent. Beyond that and my work at the Estate, we've mostly been investigating my ghostliness, and coming up with nothing. It's been somewhat frustrating. I've been considering speaking with a private investigator. Young Harry Potter is out of the country, but he works with Nymphadora Tonks. I remember her from her school days. She was clumsy but well meaning back then, and always conscientious. I might still go to see her, but perhaps those days are behind me now."

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Goodness, are you all right?" Molly was just considering getting up to thump on Nick's back when he managed to stop choking on his own.

"A private investigator is a good idea," she said. "And certainly Tonks is still, well. She's not less clumsy, I think, but she's competent and was a great help during the war. I do wonder how Harry is doing; I'd heard he went off to ...somewhere overseas. Quite an adventure for him, I think.