Arthur sat in Transfiguration, staring at the head of hair in front of him. The bright curls danced when their owner shifted her head. Arthur sighed. The hair's owner was the real problem- somehow, she had taken up permanent residence in his head. He wished that she would just speak to him.
Molly twisted around in her seat.
'Arthur!' She hissed. His head jerked back.
'Yes?' He whispered back tentatively.
'Do you have any ink I could use, please?' She flashed him a grin. He grimaced.
'Erm, all I have is what I'm using... But if you want, I have a muggle quill!' Molly nodded apprehensively.
'If that's alright...' He'd already dived into his bag. He resurfaced, holding something that didn't resemble a quill at all. She frowned at him. 'What-'
'All you have to do is click the top. Then just write.' She took it off him tentatively and turned back around to write. A minute later, she turned back to him.
'This is amazing! Where does the ink come from? How does it fit so much in it? Why don't we use them?'
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
'Miss Prewett. As fascinating as Mr Weasley is, I would appreciate it if you paid attenti- What is that?' Molly glanced down at her hand and grinned.
'It's a Muggle quill, Professor. Do you like it?' Professor McGonagall frowned.
'In future, Miss Prewett, I would appreciate if you brought the appropriate writing utensils.' The professor turned back to the board and began writing. After a couple of minutes, Arthur felt something lightly hit his arm. He glanced up sharply in time to see Molly turning to face the front. He looked down at his arms to see a folded note sitting next to them. He opened it.
Thanks, Arthur. Meet me in the library after dinner? Arthur smiled. Maybe he'd get a chance after all.
