Her friends were constantly teasing, the two gingers, destined to be together. 'We know you like him', they cooed. Of course she liked him. But then again, who didn't? Tall, handsome, with neatly combed ginger hair and a kindly temperament, Arthur Weasley was the most popular boy in the year. Molly Prewett, on the other hand was a bookish, fiery redhead, with only a few friends. Why would Arthur give her a second glance? There were lots of prettier, cooler girls after him, as she was sure he didn't even know her name. Suddenly, Molly felt a sharp prod in the small of her back.
'Hello, um, Molly, isn't it? I'm Arthur, Arthur Weasley. I just, well… I'm sure you've got plans already but… Would you like to come into Hogsmeade with me?'
Puddifoot's was the newest build in Hogsmeade, and had an air of trend and novelty for the fifth years. For a Saturday afternoon, it was comparatively empty, as Molly and Arthur entered; the chime of the enchanted bell was the only sound. They sat at a round table by the window, and Arthur ordered two afternoon teas, with finger sandwiches. Molly ate the cheese and pickle sandwiches, but couldn't bring herself to eat the ham and mustard ones. Arthur, gallantly, stepped up to eat them on her behalf. They enjoyed the tea and the fiddly little biscuits, that dissolved satisfyingly on the tongue, but the best part was just each others company, Molly still star-struck to be there at all, Arthur pleased to finally be with someone he felt real around for once.