Bill sat at the dinner table, his family babbling around him through another signature Molly Weasley breakfast. It was earlier than usual, as his dad had an interview for a possible promotion at eight o'clock sharp, and according to his mother they were a family so they would eat as a family; even at six thirty in the morning.

He watched as his family ate. Ron was snoring softly, his head bowed forward and his hair very nearly getting soaked in the syrup on his plate. Ginny, their early riser, was talking animatedly with the twins. Fred made some joke that got lost in the noise of his mother encouraging his nervous father, but Ginny's cackling laugh made him smile.

On his right, Charlie nudged his side and Bill turned to look at his closest brother. Charlie must of been watching their family too, for his lips were upturned in a smile. He truly had a brilliant family, Bill thought. "Going back to bed after we're finished?" He asked and Charlie rolled his eyes.

"You just want me to say yes so that you won't be the only one." Charlie said with a laugh and Bill shrugged. A shout from down the table grabbed their attention and Bill tried to hide his grin when they found that Ron had finally dipped into the plate. Syrup dripped down from his bangs onto his face and into his eyes.

There was a sudden flash as George took a picture of the moment with their muggle camera that his dad had brought home early that summer. Molly, with a simple flick of her wand, cleaned up the mess. Ron leaned back in his seat with a frown, directing a glare at the still laughing Ginny and Fred, "You try having a dream about being chased by pickles and not wake up screaming!"

The whole table burst into laughter and even Percy cracked a smile. Bill wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes, trying to calm back down for Ron's sake. It was as the table finally settled back down that Charlie leaned forward as he picked up his glass of orange juice, "You know, pickles are just drunk cucumbers."

Bill held his stomach as he was startled into laughter for the second time, made harder when his mother began scolding his brother, "Charlie! That is no way to talk at the table!" His cheeks began to burn as his stomach ached, tears streaming from his eyes. It took a while for everyone to calm down, as occasionally one would start laughing again triggering a chain effect.

Arthur stood from the table as he finished breakfast, packing his newspaper into the worn briefcase he carried. "Alright, I'm off kids, Molly," He said as he made his way round the table, kissing each of his children on the forehead, "Wish me luck!" At the end of the line, he hugged his wife and kissed her cheek.

All of them began calling out wishes of luck as he disappeared through the floo. It was silent for just a moment before Fred cracked another joke to break the tension. Across the table Bill could see Percy subtly wipe off his forehead with a napkin. Another nudge against his side made him grin and he look to Charlie.

"Drunk cucumbers, huh?" Bill asked and Charlie barked a laugh before turning to see what George was calling his name for. He leaned back in his chair, watching his family. Molly had went to cleaning up the kitchen and his siblings were all bickering and laughing. With a smile he leaned back and closed his eyes, relaxing into the chair. He really did have an incredible family.

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