Arthur laughed softly. “It’s my favorite,” he hinted.
“Ohh, muggle studies,” she said. “Of course.”
He smiled. “It’s so interesting. Can you believe that the muggles have done all that? Man, they say wizards are smarter, but…” Arthur ranted away, saying the same things he had said hundreds of times before.
Molly laughed. “Yeah, how does TV’s actually work?” she asked, even though she wasn’t really interessted.
Arthur started to explain everything he knew about televisions, completely oblivious to the fact that Molly wasn’t really listening.
Molly just walked down the hall beside him, thinking, and not listening to what he said at all, but she thought he probably knew that. But it was calming to hear his voice.
Arthur laughed softly. “It’s my favorite,” he hinted.
“Ohh, muggle studies,” she said. “Of course.”
He smiled. “It’s so interesting. Can you believe that the muggles have done all that? Man, they say wizards are smarter, but…” Arthur ranted away, saying the same things he had said hundreds of times before.
Molly laughed. “Yeah, how does TV’s actually work?” she asked, even though she wasn’t really interessted.
Molly was walking down the hall, on her way to the history of magic lessons when she saw Arthur. “Arthur!” She ran to him. “Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey!” he answered, slowing his walk down so she could walk beside him. He had just gotten out of the charms classroom, his mind already on the next subject, muggle studies. It was by far his favorite.
Molly looked at him and closed one eye, trying to remember what lesson he had. “You’ve got … you’ve got …” she couldn’t remember. She opened the eye. “Give me a hint.”
Arthur laughed softly. “It’s my favorite,” he hinted.
“Ohh, muggle studies,” she said. “Of course.”
Molly was walking down the hall, on her way to the history of magic lessons when she saw Arthur. “Arthur!” She ran to him. “Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey!” he answered, slowing his walk down so she could walk beside him. He had just gotten out of the charms classroom, his mind already on the next subject, muggle studies. It was by far his favorite.
Molly looked at him and closed one eye, trying to remember what lesson he had. “You’ve got … you’ve got …” she couldn’t remember. She opened the eye. “Give me a hint.”
Molly was walking down the hall, on her way to the history of magic lessons when she saw Arthur. “Arthur!” She ran to him. “Hi,” she smiled.
Molly Prewett (Weasley) | Gryffindor | 7th Year | TAKEN
Molly is up in the sky in love with her best friend, Arthur Weasley, but is too scared to tell him about it. What if he doesn’t love her back? And Arthur isn’t her only problem. People whisper that the recent single playboy, Ludo Bagman has laid his eyes on her. Life is hard, is her slogan.
