fic: Better Than This
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mini_festTitle: Better Than This
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maevemist
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, no really I may have inadvertently even borrowed some story ideas from others. I mean no offense as I stand by the phrase. ‘Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.’
Rating: G
Charaters/Pairings: Molly/Arthur; Weasley children
Warnings: Do I need to warn for Fluff or Weasley’s? If so consider yourself warned.
Prompts: 39. After twenty years of bliss, ? & ? Reminisce about what the ornaments on their tree mean. no need for a canon pairing. A few others are squeezed in as well.
Wordcount: 870 (give or take)
A/N: Here’s wishing each and every one of you a Happy Holidays and Fabulous New Year. To the person who left this prompt I hope you like what I have done with it.
Better Than This
Christmas Eve 1970, The Burrow.
Molly placed the baby gentle in his cradle. She and Arthur had just finished bathing and feeding him. Bill was now sleeping soundly wrapped in the soft blue blanket Molly had made for him as he suckled on his tiny fist.
Molly looked over to where Arthur was standing admiring their very first Christmas tree. The tree was covered in an assortment of gaudy muggle decorations that Arthur wanted more than anything in the world and Molly could never resist his lopsided smile or the twinkle he got in his eye. Brightly coloured baubles and tinsel shone alongside the glowing fairies that Molly’s mother had given them as an early Christmas gift. Arthur had wanted muggle lights as well but hadn’t yet worked out how to power them without Eckletricity (or whatever it was called). She watched as Arthur bent down to place one more gift underneath. The pile was very small because they had spent all their money on their tiny house and neither of them could have been happier if they tried.
Arthur stood up straight, opening up his arms and gave her one of his most brilliant smiles. A smile that spoke of love and admiration and above all else joy. She melted into his kiss feeling like the luckiest women alive.
After the kiss ended Molly looked up at her husband and said “I can’t imagine life ever being any better than this, can you?”
“No I can’t. I love you Mollywobbles, Happy Christmas” Arthur replied leaning down to kiss her again.
***
December 1st 1990, The Burrow.
“Where do you want this Mum?” Bill grunts, he is carrying an extremely large box filled with 20 years worth of accumulated Christmas decorations. Molly is a bit distracted as she is trying to direct Arthur and Charlie’s placement of the tree so as to avoid any more broken trinkets then is strictly necessary. She does not hear him.
“Mum!” He says again this time loud enough for the shopkeepers in London to hear him clearly.
Molly jumps a foot off the ground gripping her wand tightly as if preparing for an attack. Bill gestures to the box with his head smirking just a little bit. “I asked where you want this put?” He says slow and clear.
“Anywhere you can find room, dear. A little to the left Charlie,” she replies returning her attention back to the tree placement. “No no not your left, my left.”
Bill shrugs and dumps the box unceremoniously onto the floor at his feet and flopps gracefully onto the nearest sofa.
Twenty minutes later Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny have joined the others in the Burrow’s cosy living room. An argument has broken out between Percy and the twins over which decorations should be put where on the massive Christmas tree and why. Ginny is ohh-ing and ahh-ing at each one as it is pulled from the box exclaiming about how pretty it is or asking where this or that one had come from. Bill and Charlie, Molly, observes are pretending they would rather be anywhere else in the world but she knows better. They, like every one of her seven children, love Christmas no matter how old they get. Ron sits beside Arthur in a corner watching the others with a plate of mince pies in his lap. Arthur is tinkering with a set of Muggle Christmas lights. After twenty years Molly secretly hops that this year he will finally get them to work.
In short the room is nothing short of complete and utter chaos. Molly smiles to herself as she rocks contently in her favourite chair, knitting needles click clacking away in her lap. If someone had told her all those years ago that her little family would grow so big or that being a wife and the mother of seven children would be her proudest achievement she would have laughed in their face. She begins to laugh softly to herself, Arthur, catches her eye and smiles affectionately.
“What’s tickled your fancy then, Mum?” Ron asks looking just slightly confused.
“Oh nothing much dear, I was just thinking back to your father and I’s first Christmas together in this house. I remember wondering how my life could possibly get any better than it already was. I was laughing because I was wrong.”
The twins gasp in mock horror. “You were wrong? “ Says Fred.
“Quick someone owl The Prophet this is an historical event!” Finishes George. Bill promptly slaps them on the back of the head.
“Thank you, Bill,” Molly nods.
“How were you wrong Mother?” Percy who has recently taken to acting rather formal asks.
“I was wrong because everyday my life gets better, everyday that I have love in my heart and I am surrounded by all of you makes it the very best day.” Tears spring to her eyes as she speaks, her heart swelling. Arthur comes to her side, sitting on the arm of her chair and wraps his arm around her shoulder squeezing gently.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he says seriously as he leans in to kiss his wife soundly on the lips. They pay no attention to the protests of their children.
Author/Artist:
maevemistDisclaimer: I do not own any of this, no really I may have inadvertently even borrowed some story ideas from others. I mean no offense as I stand by the phrase. ‘Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.’
Rating: G
Charaters/Pairings: Molly/Arthur; Weasley children
Warnings: Do I need to warn for Fluff or Weasley’s? If so consider yourself warned.
Prompts: 39. After twenty years of bliss, ? & ? Reminisce about what the ornaments on their tree mean. no need for a canon pairing. A few others are squeezed in as well.
Wordcount: 870 (give or take)
A/N: Here’s wishing each and every one of you a Happy Holidays and Fabulous New Year. To the person who left this prompt I hope you like what I have done with it.
Christmas Eve 1970, The Burrow.
Molly placed the baby gentle in his cradle. She and Arthur had just finished bathing and feeding him. Bill was now sleeping soundly wrapped in the soft blue blanket Molly had made for him as he suckled on his tiny fist.
Molly looked over to where Arthur was standing admiring their very first Christmas tree. The tree was covered in an assortment of gaudy muggle decorations that Arthur wanted more than anything in the world and Molly could never resist his lopsided smile or the twinkle he got in his eye. Brightly coloured baubles and tinsel shone alongside the glowing fairies that Molly’s mother had given them as an early Christmas gift. Arthur had wanted muggle lights as well but hadn’t yet worked out how to power them without Eckletricity (or whatever it was called). She watched as Arthur bent down to place one more gift underneath. The pile was very small because they had spent all their money on their tiny house and neither of them could have been happier if they tried.
Arthur stood up straight, opening up his arms and gave her one of his most brilliant smiles. A smile that spoke of love and admiration and above all else joy. She melted into his kiss feeling like the luckiest women alive.
After the kiss ended Molly looked up at her husband and said “I can’t imagine life ever being any better than this, can you?”
“No I can’t. I love you Mollywobbles, Happy Christmas” Arthur replied leaning down to kiss her again.
December 1st 1990, The Burrow.
“Where do you want this Mum?” Bill grunts, he is carrying an extremely large box filled with 20 years worth of accumulated Christmas decorations. Molly is a bit distracted as she is trying to direct Arthur and Charlie’s placement of the tree so as to avoid any more broken trinkets then is strictly necessary. She does not hear him.
“Mum!” He says again this time loud enough for the shopkeepers in London to hear him clearly.
Molly jumps a foot off the ground gripping her wand tightly as if preparing for an attack. Bill gestures to the box with his head smirking just a little bit. “I asked where you want this put?” He says slow and clear.
“Anywhere you can find room, dear. A little to the left Charlie,” she replies returning her attention back to the tree placement. “No no not your left, my left.”
Bill shrugs and dumps the box unceremoniously onto the floor at his feet and flopps gracefully onto the nearest sofa.
Twenty minutes later Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny have joined the others in the Burrow’s cosy living room. An argument has broken out between Percy and the twins over which decorations should be put where on the massive Christmas tree and why. Ginny is ohh-ing and ahh-ing at each one as it is pulled from the box exclaiming about how pretty it is or asking where this or that one had come from. Bill and Charlie, Molly, observes are pretending they would rather be anywhere else in the world but she knows better. They, like every one of her seven children, love Christmas no matter how old they get. Ron sits beside Arthur in a corner watching the others with a plate of mince pies in his lap. Arthur is tinkering with a set of Muggle Christmas lights. After twenty years Molly secretly hops that this year he will finally get them to work.
In short the room is nothing short of complete and utter chaos. Molly smiles to herself as she rocks contently in her favourite chair, knitting needles click clacking away in her lap. If someone had told her all those years ago that her little family would grow so big or that being a wife and the mother of seven children would be her proudest achievement she would have laughed in their face. She begins to laugh softly to herself, Arthur, catches her eye and smiles affectionately.
“What’s tickled your fancy then, Mum?” Ron asks looking just slightly confused.
“Oh nothing much dear, I was just thinking back to your father and I’s first Christmas together in this house. I remember wondering how my life could possibly get any better than it already was. I was laughing because I was wrong.”
The twins gasp in mock horror. “You were wrong? “ Says Fred.
“Quick someone owl The Prophet this is an historical event!” Finishes George. Bill promptly slaps them on the back of the head.
“Thank you, Bill,” Molly nods.
“How were you wrong Mother?” Percy who has recently taken to acting rather formal asks.
“I was wrong because everyday my life gets better, everyday that I have love in my heart and I am surrounded by all of you makes it the very best day.” Tears spring to her eyes as she speaks, her heart swelling. Arthur comes to her side, sitting on the arm of her chair and wraps his arm around her shoulder squeezing gently.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he says seriously as he leans in to kiss his wife soundly on the lips. They pay no attention to the protests of their children.
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Date: 2010-01-07 10:38 am (UTC)One of my favourite things about Christmas as a child was pulling out all the decorations and retelling the stories of how they came to be. Now with my own family we add one special decoration each year as a reminder to us of what was going on with us in each of the previous years.
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