gingerweasel (gingerweasel) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-23 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, arthur weasley, molly weasley |
Who: Molly and Arthur
What: Just home from work
When: TFriday evening, December 23, 1997
Where: The Burrow
Rating: TBD
The apparating room at the ministry was always crowded out at this time, but Arthur Weasley had the sort of longevity and seniority now that precluded lurking about at the back waiting for a space to squeeze into. He managed even in this climate, where his sort were considered undesirable. His shrugged shoulders and loudly proclaimed ignorance about the whereabouts of Harry Potter had been met with frosty, sceptical expressions; Arthur couldn't bring himself to express concern that his son was with Potter, however, as many others had approached him to offer sympathies. He couldn't vilify him even when it seemed absolutely necessary to develop a second face on the matter. Instead he was stoic, quiet, and reined in any argument to the contrary. He felt better placed in his position at the Ministry than out of it, much as it pained him to keep silent for it.
This was the last day before Christmas, and he zapped home that evening with mixed feelings. Pleased to be home, looking forward to the warmth and cosiness of the Weasley Christmas, but with a pit in his stomach over the rest of the world's affairs.
The clock hand attached to his name slid to 'home' and Arthur put his briefcase down in the hallway, leaving it in just the place that Molly wouldn't want it, and then stripped out of his coat and hat, and discarded them in a similar fashion. His fingers quested after an itch at his neck as he wandered through the hallways at the Burrow.
"Molly?"