Feeling confident, the wizard takes a seat, picking up the knitting supplies with an eager grin tugging at his lips. "Won't Molly be surprised?" he chuckles to himself.
His inexperienced fingers prove to be clumsy, and the position slips several times. Frustration building, Arthur takes deep breath after deep breath, trying to correct himself. Knitting by hand is a Muggle hobby, and the man tries to look at it as just another one of his Muggle experiments.
Over and over he tries, the yarn quickly turning into a great mess. Swearing softly, he tries to pick apart the knots that have collected. "How in Merlin's name do they do this?" Arthur grumbles, eyes brightening as he thinks he's figured it out.
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Molly returns home, setting the groceries on the kitchen table. The house is quiet...too quiet. Usually, Arthur would be noisily working to figure out one Muggle toy or another on his day off. "Arthur, dear?" she calls, a little worried.
No reply.
Frantic, the witch rushes through the house, coming to a stop in the sitting room. Her husband is in her favorite chair, yarn tangled around him like Devil's Snare.
"Oh, Arthur," she sighs, fighting a laugh as she frees him. Her hands rest on her hips as she looks him over, lips pursing. "What on earth were you doing?"
"Knitting," her husband replies sheepishly, rubbing at the blush that floods his face. "Trying to. I wanted to surprise you."
Shaking her head, Molly moves closer. She pulls away the last traces of yarn, finally giving in to laughter as she leans down, kissing his lips gently. "Well, you certainly did surprise me, dear."
