This drabble is for the "Random Book Challenge" set up by Sharlmalfoy on the HPFFC forum. The book my line came from is "The Ig Nobel Prizes 2" by Marc Abrahams. The line is italicized.
I don't own Harry Potter, nor any other character, place, whatever from the series. I just like to write about them.
Molly reached over and poured Andromeda another cup of tea. Ever since their children had gone off to Hogwarts their respective houses seemed so empty, so they had a standing Saturday appointment to visit, and they traded hosting duties week to week.
"Any letters from yours?" Andromeda asked.
Molly shook her head. "Bill is busy in Egypt, I got a letter last week from Charlie so it'll be a few more weeks before I get another one, the twins don't write because they don't want me to know what they're doing, Ron doesn't write because he doesn't want to feel like he's dependent, and Ginny is busy with school work and Percy..." she trailed off and gave her friend a sad smile. "Hear anything from Nymphadora recently?"
"Not much. She's close to finishing Auror training, so she is very busy and stressed out."
A loud bang emerged from the chicken coop. Andromeda jumped at the sound, but Molly just offered her a plate of crumpets.
"What in the world...?" Andromeda raised an eyebrow.
As if in answer Arthur came in, scorch marks on his robes, part of his already thinning hair burned away, his eyebrows gone.
"Molly, do we have any..." he started.
"Medicine cabinet," Molly answered dismissively.
"Thanks, dear," he murmured before hurrying from the room.
Andromeda gave her friend a questioning look.
Molly sighed. "I've learned to not ask questions. After the flying car, the blender that would chop metal, the television that wouldn't turn it's volume down, the countless light bulbs, the plugs of all different types and sizes, and the exploding battery I've learned to smile and nod."
"Exploding battery?"
Molly nodded. "I don't think the cat's fur has ever grown back right."
"Aren't you afraid he's ever going to get seriously hurt?"
"Sometimes, but if he hasn't killed himself by now he's getting smarter. The proof is that he is still, after all these technologically innovative adventures, alive."
At that moment Arthur re-appeared, his burned hair and face repaired, but the marks on his robes remaining. He paused by a large box, pulled out a drill, pressed the button so it revved and started spinning loudly for a moment, before trudging through the kitchen and back out towards the chicken coop.
Andromeda smiled and shook her head. "You are a remarkably brave woman," she smirked.
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