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"ARTHUR WEASLEY!!!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO WALK DOWN HERE!" Arthur came bounding down the stairs wondering what in the world he had did, or didn't do now. He came to stand in front of Molly, who's eyes were glazed red and nostrils flaring. She held her yardstick at hand and tapped on her other hand as she shifted her weight on her hip looking disturbingly, Arthur thought, like a muggle nun. "Ye, y...yes Molly?" he asked hesitantly, flashing a smile across his lips, and his eyes pleading for her not be completely angry at him. "Don't Molly me Arthur, you know what you did." He gulped and stared at her. She looked at him dumbfounded, though you could still see she was angry, which made it scarier. "You mean to tell me, Arthur, that you've no idea whatsoever what you did?!" She gasped. He shook his head quickly and she laughed. "Arthur, I've asked you over and over to feed the chickens, but it's okay, you seem tired, let's go upstairs." But, Arthur wasn't tired, he had 'plans' tonight, and he was glad the outcome didn't interfere.
