🌸𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲🌸

May 25th, 2006. The Burrow stood crooked but proud against a clear blue sky, smoke curling lazily from its chimneys. The garden was bursting with early summer flowers, and the scent of freshly cut grass mingled with something delicious cooking inside.

Bill Weasley

grinning down at the bundle Ready, little one? You're about to meet the loudest family in Britain.

Fleur Delacour

adjusting Dominique's tiny knit hat Zey 'ave been waiting so impatiently. I could 'ear Molly's owl before we even left ze cottage.

The back door of the Burrow burst open before they'd taken three steps.

Molly Weasley

rushing out, flour on her apron, eyes already glistening Oh, Bill! Oh, Fleur! Let me see, let me see!

Arthur followed at a more sedate pace, wiping his hands on a rag, a warm smile crinkling his eyes.

Arthur Weasley

Now, Molly, let them at least get through the gate before you smother them.

Molly Weasley

waving him off, already reaching for the bundle I've been smothering since 1970, Arthur, I've got a license.