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The tables had been in place for hours, because he and Charlie had always been responsible for setting the tables (which were probably older than he was) up for any and all family gatherings. They hadn't had a good game of table-jousting since the nineties, but with the entirety of what was left of their family gathered today, with Fred long gone and Ron newly absent, Bill thought they could all use a little levity. None of his brothers, his sister or any of the children had Bill's ability to brush criticism off as if it was entirely unworthy of consideration. Both of his girls had been the target of the papers last year, but he hadn't said a word about it to either of them except at their request, and even then only after I believe you. The year had been hard on all of them, and the papers were staffed primarily by assholes. Today could turn out to be a little harder by the end of it, with his news and whatever Ginny and Harry had asked his help for. Bill lifted his chin to peer around, but couldn't locate his sister and her husband just yet. They'd get there, and he'd find time to pull them aside yet. For now, they could all of them have some time to enjoy their family. His kids would benefit from it; old habits had him looking around for the three of them, and he wondered if parents ever stopped counting out their children in a crowd. Merlin, they were almost grown.

With his hands, Bill was placing the last of the stones in a circle around the kindling and tinder Charlie was standing up. His wand he had directed toward the fuel logs they had chosen for the job, and it wasn't a minute after he had set them properly that he turned his wand on the pyramid of wood. "Incendio." Charlie had a bare few seconds to get out of the way, but his little brother was used to dodging dragons--he was keeping the man on his toes.

A subtle smile played at his mouth, and Bill scratched at his beard where the scars on his face had laid part of it patched. Mum had already said something about poor Fleur, having to lie in bed wondering if she's rolled into a hedge garden. Bill had brushed it off as he had been brushing off comments about the ponytail for...what, thirty-five years, now? Mum was too old to change, and he didn't love her any less for her opinions he had no intention of realizing, however loudly stated. "Charlie; table jousting?" he suggested, inclining his head towards the tables. He could see Molly--his niece, not his mum--approaching them with big baskets of silverware. "The little ones will get a kick out of it. The big ones can take bets."

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The misuse of muggle artifacts has always been quite different from the bettering of muggle artifacts in Arthur Weasley’s humble opinion. His retirement from the Ministry had only allowed the wizard to pursue this belief more diligently and opened the floodgates on a flurry of new ideas for various muggle items. Of course, throwing himself into his tinkering had also been seen as an excuse for him to escape grieving his latest loss. Arthur knew the truth of it however. In his spell-casting, enchantments, and experimentations, he saw his boys. In every failure that ended abruptly in an explosion, he heard Fred’s reckless cackling. He reasoned with Ron about the practical use and benefits of magical experimentation that negated any possible fall back from the Ministry, reminding the boy that he took his Auror duties far too seriously when there weren’t any bad folk underfoot to track down. It was in the quiet of his workshop, needling away at a rubber ducky or enchanting a toy car, that he was able to reconnect with those who had left him behind before their time. In that tiny shed, Arthur was never far from the young men who he could no longer expect at family parties.

Then again, he was never far from a good telling off by his wife either. With such focus on his “meddling,” as she often called it, he’d failed to be concerned at the new use of a cane required by his ailing joints. He wasn’t alarmed by the fact that getting to a standing position usually required several grunts and groans from him. He saw no need for a trip to St. Mungo’s where they’d tell him what he already knew, but constantly lied to his wife about; they were getting old. And by they, he meant himself. His lovely wife was still as ageless as the day he’d met her in his mind’s eye! Arthur smirked to himself as he toddered out of his workshed, arms full of his latest creations. He liked it when she called him “cheeky” or some other such nonsense at such remarks.

Mr. Weasley used the tip of his cane to shut the door behind him before making his way out into the yard. ”Wh-oh! Pesky little blighter…” Arthur grumbled as he took a step back from the little gnome he’d almost tripped over. ”Off with ya now. There’s a party to be had, and you shan’t be disturbing it lest I turn you into a toadstool,” he commanded, bordering on indignance. He’d have to get his grandchildren after those little ankle-biters at some point this evening. Molly might deem it a disruption, but Arthur considered it worthy of a small debate on whether or not gnome-roundup could be considered a game. Either way, he knew there was one place he wouldn’t be caught dead this evening - the kitchens. His darling wife had already rapped his hand with a wooden ladle at the first sign of his sticky fingers. Even now, Arthur found his stomach was grumbling in hungry dissension. Nevertheless, the looks on the children’s faces at his latest inventions would be fair distraction.

He smirked at his daughter's bet and countered with his own. ”I’ve got 5 knuts says you both end up beaten, bruised, and smarting with bent egos to boot,” Arthur teased at Bill’s challenge of table-jousting as he took up residence at one of the open tables that would remain out of the shuffling and skuffling of his rowdy boys. ”For those with a curiouser nature, come see what treasures I’ve got ‘ere,” Arthur smiled. His eyes danced with enjoyment at the sight of his own creations as he laid them out on the table. There was a hair dryer that was burping bubbles, a circus of colorful pipe cleaners performing various acrobatic tricks, a little toy truck that could fly, and a quick quotes quill that parroted back your words in a rather snobbish voice instead of writing them. After hooking his cane on the side of the table, Arthur clapped his hands before rubbing them together like a rediculously fat kid about to plunge face first into an oversized cake. With a mixture of a groan and relinquishing sigh, the eldest Weasley settled into his seat and this lovely evening with his family.

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No one said that parenthood would be easy and Ginny hadn't really expected that it would. In the nearly two decades that she'd been a parent, though, she had gained so much more respect for her parents. Being outnumbered three to two was hard enough, how on earth they had ever managed to keep the seven of them alive even long enough to get to Hogwarts was beyond her. That thought had occurred to her as she'd paced her home, making sure that the three little humans she loved so much were getting ready in a timely fashion. It stuck in her head as she made sure that they'd all remembered their gifts, that Lily's pockets weren't filled with anything that could get her into trouble, that Albus and James weren't bickering too much and that Harry was holding up okay. It was an aching sort of thought that reminded her that the seven had dwindled to five, that the wound of losing Fred - funny, bold, brilliant red who she'd idolized for as long as she could remember - had never faded, only scabbed over. Losing Ron had torn the scab free and left the wound to bleed again.

"Go, have fun with your cousins," she dismissed the kids once they'd arrived at their family home. "But behave, please." It was too late, she knew. The children's backs were already retreating as they moved through the familiar home searching for their favorite family members, for things to get into. There hadn't ever been a shortage of opportunities for trouble at the Burrow. She, for one, had some work to do before she could go catch up with her family. The world cup was less than a year away now and all over the world it was unfolding. Thankfully there weren't any games happening - the last one had been two days earlier and the next one wasn't until tomorrow - but there was scandal unfolding with the French team and her bosses wanted her to stay on top of it so that if it became important she could quickly work it in to her next article. So she made her way up to her old bedroom so she could catch up on her notes and letters. It took some time, maybe an hour or so, but eventually the noises of her family grew too alluring and she couldn't concentrate any longer. The sound of Bill's voice down in the garden made her feel like she was just a little thing again, ready to run downstairs to see her long-absent big brother.

It hadn't actually been long since she'd seen Bill, but it had been a while since she and all her brothers, all their children, had been together and that was reason enough for excitement. She apparated down to the yard, appearing behind Bill with a pop. "I've got five galleons that say Charlie knocks the legs off Bill's table first," she grinned, approaching her eldest brothers with open arms. "How are you both?" She glanced over her shoulder, keeping an eye out for Hermione, Rose and Hugo. She hadn't her sister-in-law quite as often as she'd have liked in the months that had passed since that thing attacked the ministry and she was trying to be as supportive as possible. Those poor kids had had more heartache in the last year than any child should have to face in a lifetime.

She laughed at her dad's teasing. "He's probably right though. Neither of you are quite as young and spritely as you were a few decades ago. I bet those reflex times have slowed a bit." She grinned giving Charlie's shoulder a playful shrug before moving to survey his father's trinkets. "Does Mum know you're putting on a show for us?" She was chiding, but only out of love. Her father was too old to change now and his little experiments never did harm anyone except maybe the old Whomping WIllow and even then it had been less his fault than Harry and Ron's. She drew in a deep breath at that thought, her eyes skimming over the growing group of them to see if her husband happened to make it outside yet. She didn't want him left to his own devices too long until Bill had a chance to help them out.

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Placing the tinder and kindling in the middle of the stone circle Bill was making, Charlie silently hummed a tune that helped pass the time as they worked. Part of him wished to be back in Romania working as things had been getting quite lively as of late. The unusual migration of several dragons species had their attention with a lot of speculation as to the cause. Then, there was the matter of the Ironbelly that had been freed by members of his family years back. It had been spotted in the Scandinavian mountains and was quite hostile. There were even a few rumors of another Ironbelly potentially in the area.

The thought of Ron made Charlie’s heart ache. He missed his youngest brother and the news of his death was quite a shock given how well of a team him and Harry were. The idea of him being gone and used in a nefarious plot to attack the ministry, both saddened and angered him. It showed in the way he moved the kindling and tinder.

The second-born had just finished placing the last of it when Bill began moving the fuel logs. Double checking his work, he barely had time to make sure their little structure would catch fire properly when Bill decided to light it ablaze. Jumping out of the way, he looked at Bill after rolling and sighed. “A little warning, please. Even dragons have more of a tell before breathing fire,” he chided Bill with a small smirk. He knew that his older brother had no ill intentions and was probably trying to keep his reflexes nice and strong for work.

“Now, I don’t want you complaining when I thoroughly beat you. This is supposed to be a party after all and I don’t want to get an owl from Fleur later,” he teased as he stood up, taking out his wand. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, sis. I hope to live up to it,” Charlie responded to Ginny’s bet with a grin. Glancing over at his dad, he waved his wand at his table so he could get it into position. “True, but it will be the tables doing all of the work so I don’t think Bill and I will have to worry about bruises… I hope.” he added.

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 Posted: Jun 7 2018, 07:56 PM
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He didn't think it would be this hard.

Hugo knew it would be different, arriving at the Burrow for the first time without his dad a few steps behind him watching over him and his sister. He had, naturally, seen a number of family members since the time his father's body was allegedly removed from Nurmengard (which he still refused to believe was the truth), but for whatever reason, this felt different. Most of his cousins were at Hogwarts at the time and those that weren't had been at Albus's birthday, and most of them seemed to watch out for him, especially in the immediate aftermath of his dad's death. He'd been over at the Potters earlier this summer for Quidditch, where he'd seen his Aunt and Uncle as well. So it wasn't like Uncle Harry's birthday was the first time he was seeing anyone, save for a few of the aunts and uncles.

Still, Hugo couldn't help but feel overwhelmed around the crowds of Weasleys and Potters that were inside the Burrow. It was probably all in his head, but he couldn't help but think that every single person in the house - cousins who had been with him for the entirety of the school year included - were looking at him with pity and treating him with kiddie gloves, like he was so fragile that he would break at a moment's notice. He couldn't help but want to escape the indoors, hoping that perhaps the outdoors might be better for him.

Besides, he'd already been kicked out of the kitchen for being a nuisance, what with his inability to do anything helpful in the kitchen beyond being an official taste tester.

Hugo supposed he should have known that the outdoors wouldn't be as secluded as he'd hoped. He really should have known better, since he couldn't exactly remember a time when Uncle Bill and Uncle Charlie were quiet. Actually, quiet was the antithesis of most of the members of the Weasley and Potter clans, but a boy could hope, especially with how his head kept insisting that they were all giving him looks, even more so than the looks given to his mom and Rosie.

After finally making it around to where some of his family members were gathered - he'd gone out the front door and had taken the longer way around the house very slowly -, Hugo greeted all of the gathered family members brightly, as though he did not feel like he was drowning in all of their Wotterness. He wasn't overly interested in the table jousting that it appeared two of his uncles would be participating in, but he knew that the looks would just get worse (and cease to be primarily in his head) should he wander off to be by himself. He figured, probably incorrectly, that is grandfather would be the most likely to provide some semblance of quiet, though it looked like Aunt Ginny was joining her father.

"There's no point in mentioning something if you're going to be told 'no,'" he said to Aunt Ginny, reaching out to give her a hug that he assumed would be expected from him. "James taught me that," he added cheekily. Hugo didn't have a big brother, so James was apparently going to take the brunt of his little brother routine, mainly because he doubted anyone would buy Rosie teaching him that lesson. "But, really, what sort of treasures do you have, Grandpa?" he asked, looking at the goods as he went to hug the Weasley patriarch as well.

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With his father's birthday being a big thing (and excuse) for the Wotters to come together for a family gathering, Albus had made sure that he was presentable and that he had a present prepared for his father. Girls were easier to shop for but for guys and parents? Albus found it a lot more challenging to think about but he had definitely thought long and hard about it before decided on getting scented candles to ease his father's nerves, whenever he was in the office.

However, because it was his father, Albus felt like he needed it to be more special, especially considering that not too long ago, Uncle Ron – his best friend – had been found dead, with no explanation as to what had happened to it and the young boy himself did not dare to ask, knowing that his father was expected to keep all of these things confidential. Even if he wasn't under any obligation to keep it a secret, Albus had a feeling his father would not tell it to the kids.

He walked over to where Uncle Bill and Uncle Charlie were table jousting, making a mental note to try it out with either Lily or James whenever they could; it certainly looked like fun. He did all the necessary greetings, starting with his grandfather first — he'd greet his grandmother when he went inside – and then his uncles, followed by his cousins.

Following Hugo, Albus went over to his grandfather to check out what treasures he had to offer. "What do you have this time?" Albus asked, knowing that it would probably be a bunch of Muggle things his grandfather liked to hoard.


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Lily had been off like a rocket as soon as they had arrived at The Burrow, barely pausing to wave before she was rushing inside first - always wanting to do her greetings first before finding something to do. No doubt there was much to do today and she was eager to help however she could, or rather as much as she'd be allowed to do. The thought made her huff slightly, just because she was one of the youngest didn't mean she couldn't do things to help out!

But her reason for bolting off was also because she had a few things to work on, little things to set up - without being noticed. But those would come into play later on, she had a few tricks up her sleeves after all. For now she was finally making her way outside, a small giggle escaping as she spotted her Uncles working on table-jousting - it would be guaranteed to provide some amusement. If she was lucky perhaps she could drag her brothers and cousins into a bit of that later on. It would be fun to try at least.

"Hi Uncle Bill! Hi Uncle Charlie!" The youngest Potter grinned, waving her hand in a quick greeting, before she rushed over to her Grandfather, eagerly wrapping her arms around him as she grinned, "What treasures do you have today Grandpa?" she was always eager to talk and hear what he had to say. After the quick hug she moved towards her cousin, wrapping an arm around Hugo's shoulders, speaking quietly as she did so, "Who really taught you that? Was it really Jamesy?" she tilted her head, grinning at him slightly, "Also wanna help me with something fun later?" Her questioning cut off as she noticed her brother and mother.

"Come on Momma you know Grandpa puts on some of the best shows, you should know that better than any of us!" She smiled happily at her mother, before gesturing to her brother and cousin - shrugging her shoulders quickly - she adored her family, even if there was a missing link this time. She wanted it to be a happy and fun time.

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Coming back to the Burrow always felt like coming home. George loved the world he’d built for himself, loved his drop-dead gorgeous wife and his stubborn, pig-headed kids - and really, would they be his kids if they weren’t that way? Business was booming, the proprietor of Zonko’s had developed a persistent facial tic triggered by the sight of the letter ‘W’...all in all, life was pretty good. But still, home was here between those four (or five, or seven, or however many Mum decided was necessary) rickety walls, permanently akimbo, and in that garden overrun with gnomes. Home was with Fred, and Fred was nowhere anymore except in those magazine clippings their mother kept in her kitchen, or in their old room which was still exactly the same.

Go, offspring, be free!” he declared when they arrived, flapping his hands at his children and trying to pretend they might wait for him to say so before wandering off without a backwards glance. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Oh, hang on, probably bad advice. Er…don’t do anything your Uncle Percy wouldn’t do!” That, of course, excluded absolutely everything interesting, which more or less sorted his paternal duty. It was funny how alarming interesting projects became when they involved one’s son or daughter. How on earth had Mum and Dad handled it? Not that him and Fred had left them much of a choice.

George knew well enough to stay out of his mother’s way while she was cooking, because she became irritable and tetchy and completely intolerant of her poor, starving boy trying to nick the odd slice of pie or three. Besides, the garden was packed to bursting already and there was some fun going down, courtesy of his favourite brothers. It wasn’t really an exclusive category: everyone apart from Percy was his favourite brother. Even Ginny, who was craftier and more obstinate than any of his actual brothers - although it wasn’t really difficult to be craftier than Ron.

Ah, wait. Ron. George wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him. Angelina told him he got a little subdued every time he did, and a party like this was no place for a subdued Weasley twin. Or, well, ex-twin. With a grin wide enough to hide an array of ills plastered on his face, he sauntered up to where his father had deposited himself and swiped one of his dancing pipe cleaners, stuffing it up his sleeve with a quick flick of his wrist. “Sorry, Dad, need that. Important business. Research, development, you know how it is. Have to stuff it down Percival’s pants later. Absolutely crucial.” Fred would have talked about modifying the enchantment, he realised belatedly. Fix it up so the thing climbed up Percy’s trouser leg by itself. But then, Fred had always been the one with the bright ideas.

Knuts? You’re betting with knuts?” he tutted and shook his head. “Dad, come on. Look, seven galleons Charlie knocks one leg off, then Bill gets the rest. Oh, and I’ll throw in a Wildfire Whiz-Bang, how’s that? Got a Deflagration Deluxe just in case we’re in the mood for some pyrotechnics later. With an all-new, one-time-only special edition rocket that’ll write Harry’s name up in the clouds, in very dignified pink cursive.” He spread an arm expansively towards the heavens and threw his eldest brother a wink. “Don’t let me down now, Billy.

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Oh, ho, ho! How Arthur relished a good family party. As each new Weasley and Potter crowded in around the table or the soon-to-be jousting brothers, he felt a little prickle of excitement filter through his veins. With every warm hug from a grandchild, more and more endorphins raced through his ailing body. He was darn near dancing a jig on the table tops, if only such action wouldn’t conjure the wrath of the Mighty Mistress Molly of the Borrow! Instead, he settled in for a few quick quips, warm banter, and showing off a few of his latest creations with his children and grandchildren.

To his daughter’s loving chiding, Arthur only smirked mischievously with a waggle of his eyebrows. The silent message was clear, What she doesn’t know… Of course, they both knew that was all a sham. That woman’s eyes didn’t miss a thing within her domain; she just had a soft spot for her hubby, and he made use of that weakness at every opportunity.

He chuckled at the goading and bantering between his boys, adding a few grunts of agreement, a guffaw at the idiocy sometimes filtering in, and a stern “mmm” with the best glare he could muster when George swiped one of his creations. The elderly Weasley only found the need to finally interject with more than a simple sound when George tutted his bet! “Well, not all of us can give up the full monty like you, ya fancy businessman. Or our queen of the Quidditch pitch here. Some of us get by with a pension from the Ministry and are a bit more frugal in our ways and means,” Arthur asserted with a swift and good-natured swatting of the back of his boy’s head to remind him just who was Dad at this table.

“Ah,” Arthur announced as Lilly, Albus, and Hugo began peppering him with questions and comments about his creations. ”Just a few brilliant bits and bobs,” he admitted gleefully like a proud mother duck who wanted to both show off and continue to fiddle with and pick at her new brood.

His still nimble fingers had lifted the quick quotes quill just in time for it to catch George’s last sentence. In a properly snooty voice, it echoed him, ”Don’t let me down now, Billy,” followed by Arthur’s approving laughter. ”Ha! Quite the beauty, isn’t she? There ya are,” He added, passing it off to whichever of the Weasley-Potter crew grabbed for it first. ”Now this little creature was a bit more tricky. Had to use an extension charm to my bubble collection in order to do…” Despite not being hooked up to any electricity, Mr. Weasley flicked the switch to on, and out came a parade of bubbles from the mouth of the hairdryer. ”That! Ha ha!” he laughed triumphantly before passing it on to only the greediest fingers.

”Now, beware those mischievous little buggers,” Arthur warned as one of his relatives played with the incredibly acrobatic pipe cleaners. ”Gotta keep your eye on them. Get up to as much trouble as George, here,” Arthur laughed while elbowing his son. It was true though. They had become fast friends with the garden gnomes at an alarming rate! ”Oh,” Arthur cried excitedly, as if remembering where he’d left those lost marbles of his. ”Give that one there a push,” he exclaimed to another relative who seemed interested in the little toy car. All it needed was a shove, and it’d zip around their heads of its own accord. The only trouble Arthur ever had was in getting it to come back down...



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 Posted: Jun 9 2018, 06:07 PM
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The back garden of the Burrow seemed alight, dotted with red-orange flames flickering like candles as Weasleys moved about the yard, preparing for the party. Everywhere Freddie looked, the landscape was polluted with gingers, milling about, laughing, talking, betting. He was alone, awkwardly standing off to one side, unable to go further into the throng after his father told him to join the rest of his family. Freddie couldn't help but feel utterly alone, the outsider amongst his family. It was clear he didn't belong here. His hair was short, kinky, black. Theirs were long, loose, red. Their freckles sharply contrasted against the pale of their skin. Freddie's faded into the dark of his skin. Every member of the clan shared their characteristic blue and brown eyes. Freddie couldn't even blend in there-- he had one of each.

Desperately, Freddie wanted to be back in Wales, working on the dragons, in the only place he felt comfortable. He didn't want to socialize with his family, lest someone get misty-eyed at the mere mention of his name. Freddie didn't want to go inside, because the inside of the Burrow was suffocating, and at least Freddie was outside with a bright blue sky above. Finally, with a deep sigh, he decided to wander over and talk to his favorite uncle, and the only member of his extended family that he truly loved and respected (besides Molly and Dominique, of course), his Uncle Charlie.

At least Freddie had something to talk about with his uncle-- their mutual love of dragons and their work in their respective sanctuaries. He always felt like he could learn something from his Uncle Charlie, even if they were only exchanging letters on how best to deal with dragon scale rot. After all, Charlie Weasley was the reason why Freddie was apprenticing as a Dragon Keeper. One summer-long trip to Romania when he was 16 left Freddie with a burning, sustaining passion for dragons. That singularity of mind, of heart, set Charlie and Freddie apart from the rest of the Weasleys, and rightfully so.

Hands shoved into his pockets; he wandered over to his uncle, mindful of tables and firewood alike. "Need a second?" He asked, standing behind Charlie. "I bet it's just like wrangling in those Longhorns, yeah?" He said, of course, referencing one of the many breeds of dragons present at the Romanian sanctuary where Charlie lived. It was almost like an in-joke, the language of dragons he shared with his uncle. Perhaps one of the few in-jokes he had.

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Angelina had gained a quiet love for her husband's childhood home, over the years. Just to look at, it was chaotic and almost nonsensical, held together through sheer force of will and a touch of magic, just like the Weasleys in general. There was something magnetic about them as a family, that even being an outsider never mattered, you were welcomed with open arms and an open heart as if you'd been born into the bloodline. It was a strong network of support that she admired, and had long since found to be one of the best things about marrying George. The almost lifelong friendship, joint survivor bonding and perhaps maybe a touch of his good looks, even with one-and-a-bit ears, probably helped.

Gathering like this felt necessary, in her opinion. While the Weasleys were a great network, it made them a large target, and they'd suffered another blow far too recently. Losing Ron had hit her harder than she'd expected; a mix of bringing back far too many memories of losing Fred and the fact that she remembered when she was first impressed by him, years ago when he'd made enough glorious Quidditch saves to not only turn Slytherin chants back on themselves but win them the Quidditch cup in her only year of captaincy. Losing him was a massive loss for everyone, and she'd resolved to keep a close eye on the rest of the family, the kids and George especially. She was more than used to the latter's habit of playing things down.

She let her husband chivvy off their children with an amused smile and roll of her eyes; both were old enough to not need telling twice but she wasn't about to spoil his fun. She was fiercely proud of her children, in their independence and their desire to achieve their own goals in life, away from herself and George. A part of her perhaps wished her kids would spare some kind of backwards glance at them, but she was sure she'd been the same at her age; fuelled by determination. Following George out into the garden seemed like the best bet, considering her cooking had never been as up to stuff as Molly's, and judging by the commotion, it was where the action was.

"Stop peddling your wares amongst family, dear." She nudged an elbow jokingly into her husband's ribs as he gestured wildly. She only called him dear when she was messing around, too, and was generally rather fond of pretending to pick on him in front of his family. It was all in jest, after all. She did, however, throw Ginny a mischevious look. "Plus, I personally think Ginny's got the right idea. Eight galleons; Bill gets Charlie down to two before Charlie wins it." With both of them as heavily Quidditch minded women, she got on rather well with Ginny, and made a mental note to get in a good discussion later about the World Cup as well as ask how she was doing. Harry, too, would be on her list to check in with.

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 Posted: Jun 10 2018, 11:36 PM
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"See, Charlie? You didn't even need a warning." Holding back a smile in the presence of the family gathered--even their missing two seemed present in a way--was almost impossible. Bill managed to keep it contained to a subtle half-expression only through a combination of effort and practice. He'd never been one for toothy grins, but especially not after his injury. The scars pulled his face in odd ways, and while he wasn't especially self conscious about them at all, Bill remembered when Dominique had learned to be on his behalf. He remembered never wanting that for her. The little ones didn't deserve to be disturbed by the awkward twisting of their uncle's damaged face. There were plenty of prettier smiles to go around today, and everyone here knew he loved them, smiles or no. Bill glanced at his father across the yard. Seeing his parents so fragile was the worst thing about getting older himself, but dad in particular was frailer than ever. There was no such thing as taking the death of a son (or in Bill's case, a brother) well, but Arthur seemed to have lost something quite physical when Ron was found. "It's all in good fun, dad." he promised. "I promise to keep my roughhousing to Charlie's table, exclusively." Bill turned his attention back to Charlie, who he knew would understand what it was like to feel as if he'd failed as a big brother. They probably all felt that way, to some extent. He realized he should probably check on Percy--who else would?

A pop from behind him let Bill know he had another incoming relative, and he turned to greet Ginny with a brief, but tight hug. "Bit of trouble at work, but nothing I can't figure out." Bill answered his sister, in what might have been considered a significant understatement. There were worries he had, particularly about the mindset of the goblins, but nothing that shook him. Very little shook Bill--there was a reason he'd been sorted Gryffindor. "And yourself? Where's Harry gone off to?" He would need to track down the birthday boy before too long, but if the issue Ginny and Harry had brought to his attention had been urgent enough for Bill to neglect family greetings, surely they'd have brought it to him sooner. It could wait a few minutes longer. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Charles. I think we're about even after all these years. Are you trying to tell me I'll have to track down Freddie to write your admission of defeat?"

He lifted a hand to throw a short wave to his niece Lily, his nephew Hugo, and...finally Albus. Bill's gaze lingered on the boy for a moment, steady and silent. Louis hadn't been able to keep the story about the bruises to himself once Bill had found them, and the look promised a conversation that Albus (along with his parents) might not find himself very excited to endure. There was another thing to mention to Ginny. "Does mum know? Oh, probably. She's still upset about the ponytail and, more recently, the beard. I don't think she'll notice a few flying tables in light of her eldest insisting on looking like a hooligan. Speaking of mums, could I have a word with you about Albus, after?" Bill asked the question a little more quietly and a lot more evenly than he felt. There wasn't any need to alarm his sister, but seconds--seconds longer and his son could have been in much worse shape than he was.

George joined them then, and Bill turned his face to his left in what was proving to be a losing battle against an inevitable broad smile. Nevermind the way that part of his mouth refused to respond, he loved his family and their infectious joy. George more than anyone needed to know he could still make them all smile, especially without his twin. "I wouldn't dream of it, George. Spot me some of those pretty fireworks for my girls to set off on the beach this summer when I put Charlie's table out of commission, will you?" Hopefully, they wouldn't be setting them off at each other. Freddie, George's son, joined them soon after. The boy seemed to idolize Charlie, which Bill had chalked up to probably none of his business for now. Charlie had none of his own, and they shared a passion for dragonology. In time, when Freddie grew, Bill hoped he'd give George more of a chance. "There you are, Freddie. Distract him for me. I have some table legs to knock off in honor of my brother George. Angelina, you're against me too?" Bill shook his head in mock solemnity.

He raised his wand, lifting the table effortlessly up into the air. "Alright Charlie, what do you say--four table lengths apart before we begin the tilt?" Bill turned his wrist, walking the table back to give it a proper 'running' start. "Someone give us a count."

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 Posted: Jun 11 2018, 05:40 AM
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Albus found himself freezing up when his eyes ended up locking with his Uncle Bill's lingering gaze, realising that the elder Weasley was well aware of what he had done. The brunette had seen that sort of look before, not really directed at him, but mostly when it came to his other cousins. He had also observed it on the faces of people around him before and came to the conclusion that people do know things; it was just whether they admitted that they knew or not and there was the nervousness that came along with it that he didn't quite understand.

He never thought he'd be on the receiving end of that sort of look.

Louis must have told him, Albus surmised. Even if Louis hadn't been the one, Albus knew his French cousins far too well: Dominique would probably have been the one who told on him. The idea of his parents knowing about his nightmares – his vulnerabilities – unnerved him and the thought of them fussing over him, not when he had already caused problems to Uncle Bill's family, just made things worse for him. It felt as though that moment lasted forever before his mother went over to talk to him and that's when Albus knew he probably had to find a way out of there, away from Uncle Bill and his mother.

Helping James and Grandma Molly out sounded like a very good idea right about now. As his grandfather continued to engage Lily and Hugo with whatever thingamajigs he had to offer, Albus shifted backwards, using the excuse of finding his father to bring him out here, before he retreated into the house and away from the discomfort that is Uncle Bill's stare, that one that spoke a clear message of the inevitable talk about what was going to happen.


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NOTES // Albus out (for now). He's moving to the sitting area.
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 Posted: Jun 11 2018, 08:19 PM
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Ginny found her eyebrow quirking in spite of herself. For he eldest brother to describe something as a "bit" of trouble probably meant that it was actually a significant problem and he just didn't want to worry anyone, especially the baby of the family. Sometimes she still felt like that was what she would always be to to all the boys; the youngest, the only sister. Someone to be protected, though she'd never failed to hold her own. Fred had never treated her like that, and admittedly it was rare that George had. She drew a deep breath in threw her nose and exhaled it slowly from her lips. This was to be a happy party, not one drowned in memories of the long gone. Or the freshly gone, if they could help it. Anyway, if Bill said he had it covered then she would trust him until he chose to say otherwise. "No worse than the last time we spoke," she finally replied with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Busy with the cup coming up again. Have you been listening to Cup Watch by any chance? Poor old Leo...I can't believe they stuck him with Taylor of all people..."

"And I'm not sure, honestly. I've been up in my old room for a bit, no telling where my lot has run off to or what trouble they've managed to find." Her hand found the collar of her top as her gaze roamed over the garden, searching for the members of the family she'd built for herself. With all the trouble in the world of late, fresh horrors that shook the foundations of the peace they'd held so dear for so long, sometimes old memories and old fears came up unbidden. Dark ink seeping from blank pages, seductive promises and false empathy. All children, she knew, would in someway be touched by the foolishness of the inexperienced but she hoped that hers would remain unmarred and that her husband, the one she'd loved since she was too small to even truly understand, had seen all the burdens the world had for him. Peace. After so much in one short lifetime, how could that that be too much to ask. "About Albus? I...of course."

She blinked heavily, realizing only belatedly that Charlie had spoken in response to her quip. She shot him a grin, a nod. "You will, or you'll find your bogeys sprouting wings as they seek repayment for my lost gold." She laughed and the comfort of having all her loved ones - all the ones that remained among them, at least - so near was enough to help drown those worries, at least momentarily. There was her father, so funny and strange. So unchanged by all the hurt he'd endured and all the evils he'd seen. Her brothers, her children, her nephews, brothers, a sister-in-law. Her arms reached out automatically to return Hugo's hug and she gave him an extra little squeeze before pulling back, ruffling his hair. "Did he now? He's too much like his father, that one." She winked at the boy, leaning close so that she could whisper in her most conspiratorial voice, "But don't let your grandmum hear you've adopted that philosophy. She'd whip the lot of us for letting it get to your ears in the first place."

"Oh, should I, LilyLu," She shot back to her youngest, with a laugh. "I seem to remember lots of scolding from his wife, a flying car that was misplaced by his youngest son. Not his youngest child mind. I would never. Shows, though?" She shook her head, stepping around her family to wrap an arm around her father's shoulders. "I think the sense of showmanship has come with old age. Probably just so an old man could feel like he holds his own among his crazy sons, eh? Table jousting, dancing pipe cleaners down the trousers of their grown brothers. It's madness, Lu. Madness." It was what made their family outings memorable each time; even when they were hurting, when their numbers felt like they were dwindling even as the grew, they found reasons to laugh, to smile, to be happy.

The smile faltered slightly as her gaze followed Albus' departure from the growing gang of Weasley-Potters, a fresh wave of anxiety washing over her. This was not the time, though. Not the place. Her teeth clamped against the inside of her cheek while she found her breath and when she finally spoke again it was as she turned to George and Angelina. "You two, out to make me look cheap and cautious are you? I'll raise my bet to ten, then. Freddie, why don't you go ahead and get this show started? Unless you want to do the honors, Hugo?"

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Hugo Weasley
 Posted: Jun 14 2018, 08:09 PM
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Hugo greeted all of the family members who arrived in the yard after him, though the two Potter cousins, whom he always felt closest to due to their ages, received one full of natural enthusiasm, and he that it didn't look too different from the front he was trying to project for the adults that seemed to be multiplying by the minute. When he had gotten out here, there hadn't been so many. It hadn't been the quiet solitude he was looking for, but it hadn't been quite this loud, either. He was thinking that Albus had the right idea in leaving, though the youngest Weasley was convinced that all of the looks were, in fact, at him. Some of it was more obvious than others, hugs that were a little tighter than normal, like the extra care would hold him together instead of tear him apart.

Though, he had to admit, Aunt Ginny managed to a little too much (what with the unnecessary hair ruffling and all), yet she managed to get a legitimate snicker when she spoke about what grandma would do if she knew he had adopted his philosophy. Oh, if they only knew the trouble he was getting into lately. It had started during the school year (after his father had passed, of course), when he provided spray paint and helped Clea tag some hallways and it had progressed to trips down Knockturn Alley without letting any in his family know what he was up to. But nobody had told him not to do those things - mainly because he had adopted his philosophy of not asking and just doing - and he was planning on continuing such behavior indefinitely. Or until he got caught.

The young lion smirked at Lily when she asked if he had really heard that from James. The truth was, he couldn't say. It certainly sounded like something James might have said at one point or another, but he was pretty sure it could have come from the mouth of anyone gathered at the Burrow today. Well, except for Molly and Uncle Percy. They were sticklers for rules, far more than the rest of them. Still, he leaned into his cousin (realizing as he did so that, in the not too distant future, he was definitively not going to be the shortest in the clan), and mischievously whispered, "That's for me to know and you not to find out." Though, really, Aunt Ginny seemed to confirm that it was a James thing, so who knew?

His grandfather's quill ended up in his hands just as Lily asked him about doing something fun later, but, having just seen it demonstrated, he kept his mouth shut. "They're all great, grandpa," he told the patriarch sincerely, even as he handed the quill off to someone a bit older. Hopefully, that quill wouldn't catch whatever Lily had to say to him. "What'dya have in mind, Lils?" he asked quietly, trying not to attract the attention of any of the adults. If it was something that may be frowned upon, he wanted the chance to at least try it out before they got caught.

Though it seemed like Aunt Ginny knew just when trouble might be afoot, as her attention was back on him. It was like a weird mom superpower or something, and Hugo just gave her the most innocent look he could muster. "Freddie can take the countdown, Aunt Ginny. I'm more interested in grandpa's things," he answered, grabbing a random item that he hoped would not repeat anything he or Lily said.

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