Re: The Stone Steps

[Molly Prewett]

Molly's eyes grow very round as Arthur mentions using her idea. "OhmyGod that is, like, so cool!" she squeals, doing a happy little wriggle since she's still sort of perched on one of the steps and therefore cannot outright dance. "Uh huh, the Muggle malls. They're pretty awesome. Besides, I could, like, find my way around any mall blindfolded after being there once, I think," she smirks. She just follows her nose to the designer shoes...

[Arthur Weasley]

Arthur smiles. "I'll let you know how the clock turns out; I want to make a prototype that you could replicate for different families. And what malls do you go to? I've only been to a few, but I want to find a good one." Preferably one that had several toy and electronic stores, along with some kind tool store so he could buy more plugs.

{I'm heading to bed, so good night!}

[Molly Prewett]

[Goodnight gorgeous! Talk to you tomorrow! XD]

[Molly Prewett]

Arthur smiles. "I'll let you know how the clock turns out; I want to make a prototype that you could replicate for different families. And what malls do you go to? I've only been to a few, but I want to find a good one." Preferably one that had several toy and electronic stores, along with some kind tool store so he could buy more plugs.

{I'm heading to bed, so good night!}

"That sounds, like, so clever," Molly says, a little awestruck as she always is by people who can just make things work like that. "Oh, the Broadgate Centre in London is, like, pretty awesome for all sorts of cool stuff according to Google. There's, like hobby shops and all sorts of cool stores there - plenty of guy stuff to keep Gideon occupied while Fay and Ali and I go look at the good stuff," she chatters happily.

[Arthur Weasley]

"Wow. That sounds amazing. I love the toy stores and the electronics stores and the tool shops and pretty much any kind of store except clothing," Arthur says quickly. "I love thirft stores - they're my favorite because I can buy almost everything I need for a project without spending a lot. And the people in one near my house are always very nice with me, helping me with the money and stuff. They keep thinking I'm a gypsum or something after they saw me wearing my robes one day." Arthur wishes he knew what a gypsum was because they seemed very nice.

[Molly Prewett]

Molly tilts her head to the side in confusion, twirling her hair around her fingers as she puts her thinking face on to try and figure out what in the name of Merlin Arthur is talking about. "Like, what's a gypsum?" she wonders. Then it hits her. "OH! Do you mean, like, a gypsy? That totally sounds like a gypsy. I don't even know what a gypsum is," she says, frowning and making a mental note to ask Gideon or someone later.

[Arthur Weasley]

"I think you might be right...Gyspy makes more sense than gypsum. But what exactly is a gypsum - I mean, gyspy?" Arthur asks. "And why would they think my robes made me one - because they mentioned my robes when they told me I was one."

[Molly Prewett]

"Gypsies are people that, like, live in caravans and always move around and stuff and they dance and sing and are pretty cool and wear awesome flowy clothes and stuff," Molly shrugs, which is pretty much what fairytales and pop culture have taught her on the subject. Mya too, TBH. "So I guess that's totally why they thought you were a gypsy - because robes are all flowy and stuff. I still have no idea what a gypsum is."

[Arthur Weasley]

"I don't know," Arthur says, scratching his head. "Maybe a gypsum is where gyspies live? But being compared to a gypsy sounds cool - singing and dancing is a lot of fun, though I'm not really good at either of them." Arthur thinks that Molly would be a very good gypsy because she looks pretty in anything, especially flowy clothes.

[Molly Prewett]

Molly giggles. She's not the best singer in the world, but it would be un-Prewett of her to admit something so scandalous, so she simply shrugs. "I, like, totally love to dance. And maybe that's right - it sounds like it fits, so whatever. Maybe gypsies live in gypsums. I like it," she announces. Then, deciding that just sitting around is no good, she toes off her shoes, sets her bag on the step next to them, and reaches for the football still sitting nearby. "So how's your head? Maybe we can, like, try and figure out this football stuff!"

[Arthur Weasley]

Arthur smiles when Molly agree with him; if they both thought that gypsums were gypsy homes, then they had to be right. {Actually, you're very wrong Arthur. Gypsum is a type rock.} Arthur nods enthusiastically at the suggestion of playing footieball, especially with Molly. "My head's feeling better. We can try to figure this stuff out. Have you ever played footsieball before?" Arthur is feeling a little nervous about playing with Molly, but he remembers that he managed to cook successfully with her without getting too nervous and that footieball was kind of like cooking.

[Molly Prewett]

If Molly ever hears that Arthur thinks that cooking is like football, she will probably give him a six hour lecture on how very wrong he is about that. [Confession - I had to look it up, and then I laughed. A lot.] Molly giggles a little, because she loves the way Arthur adds extra vowels into muggle words, and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Um, not really, not except for, like, sometimes playing with my brothers or whatever when I was a little kid. But how hard can it be, right? You take the ball and you, like, kick it?" the last part comes out a little bit questioning.

[Arthur Weasley]

"I think so," Arthur says, running his hands through his hair. "Ted always mentions proper kicking methods and all this other stuff, but from what I can gather, it's all about kicking the ball into the goal and staying on your feet as you do it." Or at least that was how Arthur had decided to interpret the game as it applies to him.

[Molly Prewett]

"That sounds, like, totally simple," Molly shrugs. She looks around. "Oh! Um, I guess we need a goal or something, don't we? I don't even know what we could use for that. Like, in between those two trees or something?" she suggests, pointing to a couple of nearby trees that are spaced nicely and would provide a good makeshift goal.

[Arthur Weasley]

Arthur nods. "Those two look perfect," Arthur says as he points his wand to the area between the two tree. Using a bit of charmwork Arthur hasn't tried before, he attempts to extend the branches of the trees so they form a little net. It works, to Arthur's surprise, and a little football goal appears in front of them. Next, Arthur moves over his newly created net. "A little brittle," he mutters to himself as he breaks a small twig off the end of one of the branches. This next spell was simple, and with a wave of his wand, the branches slackened slightly as Arthur gave them a little flexibility. He tossed the footieball against his net and was delighted to see that it bounced gently to the ground, the net staying in one piece.

[Molly Prewett]

Molly watches with slight awe as Arthur creates a makeshift net out of the branches, smiling as he tweaks it and it forms exactly what they need. "OhmyGod that was, like, so cool," she squeals. "Me first!" she chirps, sweeping the ball up and running back a short distance from the goal. Placing the ball very carefully on the ground, she tilts her head to the side and considers the ball, the ground, and the goal ahead from all angles. Then, with absolutely no finesse at all, she swings her bare foot back and kicks the ball as hard as she can, watching it sail off.

[Arthur Weasley]

Arthur smiles and blushes at Molly's compliment. He watches as she examines the ball and kicks it with her bare foot. "You just kicked it without shoes on!" Arthur says, looking at her with worry. "Are your feet okay? Are they sore?" He runs over to her and kneels down in front of her feet to examine them. Unfortunately, he knows nothing about healing or feet. He does think that Molly's feet are pretty though.

[Molly Prewett]

Molly giggles, tossing her hair back over her shoulder even though it simply tumbles forwards once more when she looks down to watch Arthur examining her feet. She digs her toes into the soft earth, because the cool blades of grass feel nice between her toes. "Yeah, they're fine. Like, it's only a ball. Totally not made of stone or anything," she promises, even though there is a slightly pink patch on the side of her foot as a result of the contact.

[Arthur Weasley]

"That's good," Arthur says, smiling at Molly as he stands up. "You did really good though." Granted, Arthur didn't look too closely at Molly's kick, but he figures that it probably couldn't be any worse than his earlier attempt at football. At least she didn't fall and hit her head. Or fall at all, to be honest.

[Molly Prewett]

Greaming with all the pride in the world at a job well done, Molly looks around. "Um, so, like, where did that ball get to?" she wonders. She had been too busy gloating at her own awesomeness to worry about such insignificant things such as where the ball landed. Sadly, it does not appear to be in the goal. Molly wanders closer, beginning to poke around in all the bushes and other potential hidey holes.

[Draco Malfoy]

[Ted is facepalming but he wants to hug you both at the same time]

[Arthur Weasley]

{Arthur is glad that Ted is amused by all of this.}

Arthur follow right behind Molly and begins looking in the bushes behind the goal. "Do you see it yet?" he asks as he crawls down under the bushes. Arthur pulls out his wand and casts "Lumos!" in order to get some light in the dark areas under the bushes. "Here footieball," he mutters to himself, because talking to inanimate objects always helps you find them.

[Molly Prewett]

Molly very much agrees that talking to inanimate objects helps you find them. It also helps make them behave when they aren't working properly. She continues to search for the ball, because clearly 'Accio' would just be too simple, doing her best to move over the rougher ground here in her bare feet. "Hey, is that-" she begins, leaning forwards and pointing to a glimmer of light reflecting off something in the bushes with one hand, the other resting against a small outcropping of branch. Then the feeble branch she's using to support herself breaks, and Molly tumbles forwards with a little squeak, landing on top of Arthur because Mya is an evil bitch and just wants to see his reaction.

[Arthur Weasley]

Arthur absorbed in his search when he feels a weight falling on top of him. His glasses fall off his face and everything looks blurry. He squeals in pain; his arm feels a little sore as he turns to his side, his other hand grasping something soft and warm. He glances up, squinting his eyes, and sees that the weight is Molly and that the soft and warm thing is her lady bit. He blushes furiously, quickly dropping his hand to his side. "Are you okay?" he asks quickly. "Did I trip you? I'm sorry!"

[Molly Prewett]

Mya is dead. Dead, I tell you. Molly grunts as she lands on Arthur, grimacing as she hears his pained noise because maybe she shouldn't have had all that cookie dough after all. And then his hand is... somewhere that hasn't been touched in a little while, which is what happens when someone becomes single again and her eyes widen. "Um." Molly can't think of anything to say. Well, that's a first. "I'm ok! I'm sorry, I just, like, totally tackled you! Here, let me help you find your glasses," she says, her hands moving down to the earth to reach for them. She seems to have forgotten two things. One, she is still on top of Arthur. And two, his hand is still on her boob.

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