Molly Weasley (mumofseven) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-10-02 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur weasley, molly weasley |
Who: Molly and Arthur Weasley
When: Saturday evening
What: A romantic dinner for two
Why: Because they haven't had quality alone time in, like, FOREVER.
Where: Ted and Andromeda's house (because they're out of town, or away, or something. Sorry, Andromeda, if I've kicked you out for the evening.)
Molly hummed to herself as she checked that the chicken breasts were browning evenly in the oven. The potatoes were nearly done, the salad just needed tossing. The rolls she'd baked were wrapped in a towel which was charmed to stay warm. The asparagus seemed to be perfectly steamed, and Arthur's favourite dessert was ready to be dished out.
The table was already set--including the set of candlestick holders she and Arthur had received when they were married. They were one of the few things that she'd managed to save through the years--they and their photo albums were the representation of a simpler and happier time. She didn't know if Arthur would recognise the candlesticks; he hadn't seen them since they'd parted all those years ago.
She fetched two wine glasses from the china cabinet then unwrapped the bottle of white wine she'd purchased earlier. She left the bottle beside Arthur's plate for him to open. Her eyes swept over the table, taking a mental inventory of everything there: flatware, glasses, plates, butter...
"Perfect," she said with a smile.
It had been so long since she and Arthur had spent some quality time together. Yes, they had their chances for private conversations in their charmed-silent bedroom, but for so long their talks had been of their children: how they were, how they were coping with whatever tragedy had befallen the family most recently, how Arthur and Molly could help them or free them...
It was just the other night, seeing how tired Arthur looked as he sat in bed, just reading a book, that made Molly realise she'd neglected him terribly. Yes, she asked him every day how he was, and inquired what he needed or wanted her to do; not once in as long as she could remember had she ever just spoiled him or petted him or treated him like the man she'd fallen in love with thirty years ago.
"Tonight, Arthur is going to get the surprise of his life," she thought as she went into the bedroom to change into the dress she'd bought especially for this occasion.