A great story, and so IC for both of them. At first the idea of Earth Mother Weasley as adulterer seems impossible, but then you show us how unutterably irksome and awful the Headquarter period must have been. And perhaps the frantic cleaning was just a way to keep busy.
Your Poppy is so believable, too. A giver by nature, who is pleased to give here, too. And overjoyed when finally she receives something in return.
The ending is bitter, but believably so.
Some touches I loved: Harry in his usual bed. More accident-prone than even a Weasley.
“How I am?” Molly asked, incredulous. Then raising her voice, “How I am? My husband lies in a bed this close to death and you come here to ask how I am?” That, too, is an utterley believable reaction in the circumstances.
Your Poppy is so believable, too. A giver by nature, who is pleased to give here, too. And overjoyed when finally she receives something in return.
The ending is bitter, but believably so.
Some touches I loved: Harry in his usual bed. More accident-prone than even a Weasley.
“How I am?” Molly asked, incredulous. Then raising her voice, “How I am? My husband lies in a bed this close to death and you come here to ask how I am?” That, too, is an utterley believable reaction in the circumstances.