popping in for a visit ;; mum weasley

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Charlie Weasley had not gone home in quite some time. Oh sure, Romania was where he currently lived and worked, but the Burrow would always be home for him. His parents were there, along with most of his siblings during their time off from school. The blame for not going home sooner was solely on Charlie’s door. He just hadn’t found time to pop in, what with work and Romania and then the Order meetings occasionally. It had just slipped his mind altogether. It wasn’t like it was going anywhere; it would still be there for as long as he needed it, so he had plenty of time.

But he had almost forgotten that they were at war, and therefore he had to cherish the things he cared for while he still had the chance. The attack on Hogsmeade had reminded him of this. He needed to go home and see his mum, talk to his dad, see his family. You never know what might happen with the war. That meant doing things today, instead of putting them off till tomorrow.

The Burrow was just coming into his sights, and a smile lit his face. He wondered how surprised his family was going to be when he walked through those doors. He was the one who seldom came home. Since Bill got married he had been staying at the Burrow more often, and Charlie was now the one who was always away. He was doing good work: dragon taming, and even recruiting foreign wizards to joining the Order. But it still meant that he had to sacrifice time with his family in order to get it done.

“Anyone home?” He called out as he opened the door to the kitchen. He couldn’t hear anything right now, but that was because he had just stepped inside and his ears were adjusting. As far as he could tell, no one was currently in the kitchen. Perhaps they weren’t home? “It’s Charlie,” he called out so that hopefully someone would hear and not think he was sneaking in unwelcomed. “Came for a visit.”

He slipped out of his coat, laying it across a chair nearby. He couldn’t hear anyone right now, but that wasn’t surprising. At this time of day his dad was probably at the Ministry working, but his mum? Charlie had no idea what she could possibly be doing. Maybe she was upstairs cleaning or out shopping or some such. With his mum, you could never be quite certain what she would do sometimes.

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“Take that, you stupid gnome,” bellowed the woman as she pulled the creature from the dirt, shook it off, swung it over her head and threw it. It was not a hard throw, and the gnome only landed at the third mark. The track that had the marks was also colored in different flags. The marks were red, and they showed distance, and the other colors marked each member of the Weasley family’s best score. It was a never ending contest to see who would win gnome toss, but Molly enjoyed playing no matter what. Sure, degnoming the garden was her least favorite thing when it came to working outside, but even she could admit gnome-toss was a great way to pass the time.


The gnomes wailed rather loudly when they were tossed, so when Molly heard something in the distance, she ignored it, merely thinking her ears were ringing from the sounds of the creatures. She paused for a moment. Molly knew that there were gnomes still in her garden, but at that moment she couldn’t see them. She stopped searching for them when she heard another call, and this time she was certain her ears were not ringing. Molly could not clearly make out what the voice was saying, but she recognized the tone of the voice. It sounded like one of her sons.


As quickly as she could, Molly hurried inside, wiping the dirt off of her clothes, hands and face as she did so. Molly, truthfully, expected to see Bill. However, she didn’t hear Fleur, which was a bit of a relief, but that also meant that it was most likely not Bill. Charlie was in Romania, so that was out. Percy… Well, she didn’t even give him a thought. Fred and George were the only possible two left, and they did sound alike. Molly often had a hard time differentiating between the two. She smiled to herself, excited to see her two boys as she made her way from the backdoor of the living room into the kitchen.


“Charlie,” said the woman in disbelief as she stared at her son, frozen in the threshold of the kitchen. “Charlie!” she repeated, as if his name had not registered in her mind the first time. The woman walked up to him and hugged him tightly, smiling from ear to ear. “Why didn’t you owl us and say you’d be home? How long will you be staying?” She pulled away and examined her son, “You look like you could use some lunch, dear. Sit down and I’ll heat some up, yeah?”


She pulled her wand from one of her tight sleeves and pointed it to a pot, levitating it to the stove. In another swift movement, Molly had water in the pot that was quickly heating up, and vegetables, already cut, lining the counter. She then washed her hands and began adding things to the soup, “We will be having a big dinner tonight to celebrate you coming home!”


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Notes: Let me know if you don't like something or if something doesn't makes sense. <3

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Charlie allowed himself to be pulled into a hug, a small smile on his lips. “Hello, mum,” he greeted when she pulled back. “I didn’t owl ahead of time, because I just happened to be in the country. Of course I thought I should stop by and see you. Dad is at work, huh?” He figured he would be. Even with the Ministry going to crap lately, Dad would still go to work no matter what. “I’m only staying for the day, though I guess I could be persuaded to spend the night and head back to Romania in the morning.” He didn’t see his mother so often, so it was nice to be in her presence again. He always forgot how much he missed her when they went long stretches without seeing each other.

“Thanks, mum,” he told her when she offered him food. It had been awhile since he had eaten. He hadn’t eaten since lunch time, when he had seen Jocelyn... Well, that was something better left untouched in his head for now. He would stew over it a bit before thinking of it again. The solemnity of thinking of her would spoil the happy mood of being around his mum again. “I am a bit peckish,” he joked as he seated himself.

“A big dinner?” He asked her with a laugh. “You don’t have to do all that for me.” Though it would be nice to see the rest of the family, and his troublesome twin brothers. They always made him laugh; they were pretty good at it, so no wonder they had gone into the kind of profession they did. He was damn proud that they were succeeding so well too. He knew his mum would get all worked up and cook all of his favorites if he let her. “You should take it easy. Were those gnomes I heard flying through the air out back? Working up a sweat, huh?”

“How have you been?” He asked her curiously. Now that he was an adult, he could speak a bit more freely with her. He’d been trying to get used to it ever since he turned eighteen and left the ‘roost’ of his childhood home. It was weird knowing that he could talk to his mother better than he could as a child, because she would listen and treat him like an adult. “I hope you haven’t been having any problems. I should have came to visit earlier, I haven’t been here since last holiday season, but I’ve just been so busy with work and recruiting, you know.”

It got to be hard to find the time to apparate over and see everyone. That meant he lost touch for long stretches, and then the guilt would gnaw at him later. It was why it was easier to throw yourself into your work and try to forget it. Much, much simpler that way. “How’s dad too?” He queried. “Don’t want to seem like I don’t care about him either. Did he find out what the use of a rubber ducky is yet?” He’d been trying to puzzle that one out for years.

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“You just happened to be in the country?” Molly replied smartly as she looked at her son over her shoulder. “Were you jus flying a dragon who just so happened to land near the Burrow?” She wouldn’t be surprised if that was the story Charlie would tell her. “Yes, your father is still at work,” her tone was not as cheerful as it had been, “they are overworking him. There are a lot of problems there now, you know.” The ministry was overworking everyone, it seemed. People in the Order told her the same, everyone was just as tired because of the crazy shifts. Molly really wanted Arthur to work less, but he loved his job, so she would not prohibit him from going.

The woman smirked at Charlie being just ‘peckish’. That was a word she hardly heard when it came to her cooking, or her sons appetite. She heated the water with her wand and enchanted a spoon to stir while she moved all of the vegetables into the pot, “There will be plenty for you.” And she would eat some as well. Molly hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she had stopped working on her garden. She barely looked away from the pot as she finally responded, “Of course I’ll do it! You look like you’ve hardly eaten.” So she was exaggerating, but she really did enjoy cooking, and looked for any chance to do it. Plus, Charlie rarely had her cooking anymore, so she was ready to give him platefuls of what she had. Arthur wouldn’t be complaining about a big meal, either.

It was February, but it was not quite as cold as it had been, which is why Molly seized the opportunity to degnome the garden that day. “I’m fine, I’m not that out of shape.” Molly was strong, and she enjoyed admitting it. “But yes, I am working on beating your score and Bill’s. Both of you are still in the lead.” But not for long, Molly was catching up, and was certain she would be the one in the lead in hardly any time at all…. That is, until everyone came back home to show her that they were still better.

“I’ve been doing better than most,” Molly admitted honestly. Because she had the house to herself most days, she would take a few more breaks from her daily house chores to relax so she had enough energy for Order meeting and helping anyone who needed help on that particular day. She entertained a lot of company, too, which made her extremely happy. “Financials are tight,” she admitted, but that was nothing new. It pained her that their money situation was not better, but she could hardly do anything about it, “You don’t have to worry about us, Charlie. How have you been? I want to hear about some of your travels!” Once everything was in the pot and cooking, Molly took a seat across from her son. She chose not to comment on his not visiting. She wanted him to come more, but she knew that he couldn’t. It would have been nice to hear from him more, but things were the way they were. She nodded knowingly, though, showing she understood why he didn’t come.

A smile appeared on her lips, “Your father is quite well. No, and I don’t believe he ever will.” Molly noticed that whenever Arthur asked anyone that silly question, no one wanted to answer. Molly assumed that it was just a toy for entertainment, but Arthur, stuck in his own head, insisted that it wasn’t its only function. Molly finally gave up. “If you ever do find out, don’t tell him. I think that he will realize there’s nothing special about one…… eventually.”
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Notes: Kali YOU started the complaints. D: