Who: Molly Weasley & Gideon Prewett.
When: 16 November 1980, Afternoon.
Where: The Burrow.
What: Gideon drops by for dinner and a chat.
Rating: G
Status:Completed!



Gideon had been feeling particularly guilty over the last few weeks, especially since he and Greta hadn't been able to find more than five minutes to be with each other. He could only imagine what sort of awful stories Greta had come up with in her mind about where Gideon was so late at night and sometimes he wished that he could confess to some lewd behaviour, mostly because he didn't know how to tell his longtime girlfriend that he was one of the vigilantes she seemed to slightly dislike.

This was the reason he was now sitting at his sister's kitchen table, hands twisted into a knot on the surface in front of him. He was really hoping she would have the miracle solution because he couldn't continue lying.

" So are you ready for my dilemma? Care to wager a guess?"

Molly had run around with errands most of the morning, trying to stock up groceries as well as one could do on a budget, and had then come back to the afternoon of chores and the like. She was worried a bit about what Gideon needed to talk to her about, but she'd tried to keep her mind from it until he was actually there, in front of her, and she could actually pay attention to him. Well, as much attention as she could considering that Bill and Charlie were watching the younger boys, which was only as safe as the amount of trouble they might get into at any given moment.

Still, she sat a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits in front of her brother and gave him a look. "Have you been eating proper? Oh, I suppose you have, but you're staying for dinner tonight anyway." She poured herself a cup of tea and sat down at the kitchen table and looked at him a bit more seriously, as if she'd be able to tear it out of him. "If I were guessing I would guess it involves a woman, unless I'm utterly and completely nutters these days. So, am I right? Greta even?"

He couldn't exactly refuse dinner, especially since Molly was cooking. He was never one to turn down food and his sister seemed to share their mother's talent. He added two sugars to his tea and then took a biscuit as Molly presented him with her thoughts on his visit.

Gideon knew that she'd see through him and that was why he'd come to her. He could ask any of the other Order members but he was guaranteed a honest and wise answer from his big sister.

" Yeah, it's about Greta. We're happy, you know? I love her, she loves me and all that. I've been going behind her back with this whole Order thing because I just don't think she'll understand and I'm so afraid she's going to chuck me and if I don't have her I'm useless. I've also been keeping the secret to protect her but lately I've been gone odd hours and I know she's questioning my work schedule. She threatened to give my boss a talking to the other day."

He took a breath and a sip of tea and then stared across the table at Molly. " So I guess what I'm asking is, should I tell her?"

Molly took a sip of her tea and listened as he laid out the problem in front of her. It was a tricky one, she thought. For her and Arthur the decision had been mutual, something they'd done together as a married couple, and neither of them would have joined without the other more than likely. Or if one had, and the other had not, then it would have likely have been Arthur and she would have supported the decision. It was somewhat another thing when you were not married to the individual, she thought.

"Oh Gideon," she said, not particularly softly, but very sympathetically. "Well, has she ever said anything about it to you? I'm guessing you've talked about political viewpoints some? I hope?" Because there was a risk to be taken in telling her, not just a personal risk - whether or not she would still want to date him - but a larger risk with the group.

Gideon was aware of the bigger risk, which made the entire situation even more difficult. After another moment and the other half of his biscuit he sighed. " She hasn't really said much, to be honest. She's just lost so many people and what if something happened to me and she never knew? She'd hear this fabrication and she would never know why I always acted the way I did. She would just think that all my secrets were bad ones."

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. " I don't want to worry her but I don't know how much longer I can lie to her. And I know I'm being selfish because this is going to effect everyone but Greta isn't the type to go telling secrets. Even if she hates me after all of it she wouldn't go spilling her guts."

"You want to tell her then," Molly said simply. The truth of it was evident on her brother's face. Molly wasn't the sort of person to spend a lot of time thinking through things. She certainly had rushed through head long into her marriage, into loving Arthur, and even though it had been discussed between the two of them, the decision to join had been a bit haphazard as well, but she knew that the reason Gideon had come to her in the first place was because he'd wanted to be certain of what he was doing, and she understood enough to know why it was important.

"I think if you think you can trust her, then that isn't particularly the issue at hand here; although you should be certain of it, Gideon, because it will effect everything if you have misjudged her." The words sounded harsh in her ears and she frowned a little. Not always the most sensitive of people after all, she tended to say what she thought, and the result was often less than tactful. "Still, I think that you can't further a relationship based on lies. It will only fall apart eventually. If you know her well enough that you feel you can trust her with the truth, you probably do need to work towards telling her. If you don't, you'll just continue lying to her, which might be more likely to tear you apart in the end."

She drummed her fingers on the table. "Which isn't that I'd say, tell her straight out necessarily, Gideon. Perhaps you should try to spend some time with her and try to gain a further understanding of what she's thinking? At the end you might have a better idea also of how she's going to take such news."

This was exactly the reason he'd come to Molly. She'd been honest with him and everything she'd said made sense. He would talk to Greta and he would time his news just right, if he decided to tell her at all. No, he was going to tell her. That much he knew, he was just unsure when to do it.

" Thank you, Molly. You really are the best sister I could have asked for." He reached across the table and he placed his hand over hers with a loving squeeze. " Now, I'm off to harass my nephews. Take a few minutes to enjoy the freedom." He pushed the chair out as he stood up, gave his sister a kiss on the top of the head as he passed by, and then barreled into the other room to the delighted and rather high pitched squeals of his nephews.