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Potterride: Listen to the Great Fred
Molly Weasley stared down at her kids, who were covered in mud head to toe. Fred and George were only "making" mud pies in the backyard, yet somehow they got covered with the mud. A mud ball fight.
"Mum, George started it," Fred blamed, giving one of his cute innocent boyish smile. George did the same; they were looking exactly clones-scary.
Molly just glared her Oscar-winning glare that made the cute boyish smiles just fade, fade away.
Ron embraced himself for it, he knew it was not going to be pretty. It wasn't his fault he wasn't good with painting, the paintbrush doesn't hold still! After all, his mum would never believe it was Ron who got paint around the whole kitchen, everything, except his canvas. Ron wasn't really smart in this situation.
"Ronald Billius Weasley," Molly looked him straight in the eye. Ron could feel it, the...glare.
"Percy is dating Penelope Clearwater?" Ron said in a small voice, a question, so it would get his mum to think about something else. Now he did it. The Grammy Award Winning glare took away the (if any) happiness in the room.
"Mum," Ginny whined, "they were bothering me!"
"Does that make it right for you to hit Fred, George, and Ron with a rock every time they bother you? Heck, they will lose an eye before morning at his point!" Molly scolded.
"Exactly," said Ginny, who was looking defeated. "They bother me too much!" Molly narrowed her eyes, her pupils going right into Ginny's impassive face, yet defeated eyes. The Gold Medal Glare has taken another victim.
Their hands were entwined, walking down the muddy road. She was wearing her old Hogwarts cloak; he was wearing the trousers and his horn-rimmed glasses. Even in the dark you could see their red hair. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop. She looked at him, who was now kneeling on the muddy ground.
"What's wrong?" she asked, oblivious to the fact that her love might just ask her one of those yes or no questions.
"Molly Prewett, would you marry me?" Arthur asked, he took out a black box, opened it, showing off a shining ring.
"Yes!" Molly practically shouted. Her eyes were looking down at Arthur; her eyes - the Cliché winning, Cutest-moment - were filled with love. An aspect of life, really- when it comes down to it, overrules everything.
Suckish A/N: Yo, I was bored with a bunch of emotions, I love Glares. Who doesn't? So, yea give me all the flames you want...i need constructive criticism here people! Sorry this was a pointless story... Smile and laugh today..
good luck with life, because you are going to need it...
potterride- btw it's my 20th story...smiles? no? laughter? yes? okay whatever...