RP: Sirius' Visit... Who: Sirius Black, Molly Weasley and Family. Where: The Burrow (or what's left of it) When: March 17th What: Sirius stops up for a meal and a brief vacation. Rating: PG, probably! There's kids in this house!
As Sirius approached the Burrow, he might wonder how anyone was alive inside. The house was very clearly not standing. So many additions built on over the years, most of them going up and up, had now all come down onto the first floor and in a massive pile of debris around the outside of the once beautiful, patchwork home. There were bits of furniture, colourful pictures, children's shattered toys and broken glass all through the pile of debris that was mainly wood. It seemed there was no way to get inside, at first. However, Molly had most certainly written from inside the destruction, so there had to be some way.
Upon closer look, a massive piece of wood that had probably once been wall was hanging in front of a hollow through the mess. A small tunnel, about four feet high, had been burrowed out just about three feet to the side of the front door. Sure enough, shifting that wood aside lead a rocky path to the front entrance of the Burrow, which was still in tact. It seemed the first floor had been made of far, far steadier stuff than the rest of the additions, or perhaps the family had just been lucky. Either way, they still had a place to live and it was well hidden from any prying eyes.
When Sirius knocked, it was a few moments before a small bit of curtain shifted from glass to the side of the door. A familiar green eye peeked out a moment and then Molly exhaled a small sigh of relief. She straightened up and opened the door a heartbeat later, giving Sirius a small look of the contained chaos that was her house. The first floor had been turned into everything. Bedroom, sitting area, nursery and dining room. The kitchen was still half in tact and something actually somewhat good smelling drifted from it's interior.
Molly herself looked mostly like the woman he knew from months ago when all this chaos had come to a head. Without Arthur, she'd turned into the protector and provider of the house, a fierce dame in shining armor caring for all of her children. She'd lost weight, her cheeks hollowed out, arms stick thin, throat almost delicate looking. She'd lost weight everywhere except for her stomach. Perhaps she had just had too many children to ever be slender but, chances were, the woman was pregnant again. Probably from shortly before Arthur was killed. She carried a small, squirming red headed boy against her hip, one of the twins it seemed. "Sirius... it's good to see you. Come in, please..." She breathed out, trying to sound less tired than she was.