RP: Old Timers Who: Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley Where: The Burrow When: September 20, 2024 - evening Rating/Warnings: None Summary: Arthur has to tell Molly something Status: Ongoing; Private
After brushing his teeth, Arthur found his nightcap and placed it on his head. It matched his nightshirt, made of a blue and white striped flannel. The nights were getting colder, and Arthur didn't like waking up in the middle of the night to having a cold head. He knew his children often teased him about his sleeping cap, but Arthur didn't care if it made him look comical. He liked to be comfortable.
Molly was in their double bed, under the goose down duvet, reading by the candlelight. Arthur shuffled in his slippers to his side of the bed, then sat down with a small grunt.
"Oh, I'm starting to feel the cold in my knees again," he grumbled. "You know, this getting old thing is the pits. I don't like whoever thought of it," Arthur said outloud to his wife as he took his feet out of his slippers, then lay on his back and shuffled around to get his legs up under the covers.