Chapter 2! It's time for Arthur's idea of fun! Muggle Fishing! I just love Mr. Weasley, he's too cute, anyways I hope I capture that here review and enjoy Thanks so much, also, there is more to this, but its taking me awhile to write, so this is just the beginning of the fishing adventure
Chapter 2: Muggle Fishing?
"Molly, Dear." Arthur's voice rang out through the quiet cottage by the sea, and would have woken any normal family but, but not the Weasley Clan; they had learned if you wanted sleep, you slept through anything. This was especially true once the twins were born, and began their mischief. Molly, on the other hand, woke to the sound of anything; call it maternal instinct, but the second someone was out of bed, or made noise, she was awake and ready for action.
She gently slipped her feet out from under the covers, and placed them on the cool wooden floor boards. There wasn't a sound throughout the house except for her husband sneaking about; she could tell he was trying to be quiet, but that was a hard thing for any Weasley to accomplish, especially Arthur. He was rummaging around in a closest when Molly finally found him. She tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, yelping in surprise. He whirled around clutching his chest.
"Molly, Dear. You scared me." He explained as he steadied himself on the door that was swinging besides him.
"And what exactly are you doing at 5 in the morning? You should be sleeping. I thought you were going to take the boys out tomorrow. Believe me, you'll need your rest for that adventure." She said the last in a hushed voice, just in case any little ears were listening.
"Ah yes, but that's exactly what I'm doing!" He exclaimed excitedly; there was a look in his eyes that made Molly instantly nervous. He was going to do something stupid, she could just tell.
"And… what exactly are you planning, Arthur?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, studying him.
"um, well…" He shuffled his feet on the floor and stared at his shoes for a moment before speaking.
"Muggle fishing!" He exclaimed joyfully, his eyes shimmering brightly. Molly had always loved when he got excited about something, he always looked so beautiful to her, but now that they were married and their children were involved, his jubilee made her nervous.
"Is it safe?" She asked sternly as she kept a watchful eye on him.
"Oh, completely!" He assured as he kicked the fishing pole, which was fastened with a sharp hook at the end, further back into the closet and out of sight. "100 percent, Molly, Dear." He lied, but his intentions were in the right place. He thought it would be exciting, and that his boys would love it, so he figured a little fudging of the truth wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Hmmh." She thought out loud, obviously weighing the options, then finally she nodded once. "Very well, you can take them muggle fishing. Just be careful, Arthur." He nodded fervently at her words and then closed the door behind him with a sharp snap. He followed after her, quick on her heels.
"Um, so, about what I was calling you for…" He stared. She turned slightly to eye him over her shoulder.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Would you happen to know where your sister keeps the worms around here?" He smiled nervously, obviously fearing reprimand.
"And why do you need worms?"
"To catch the fish, of course." Molly sighed. She was beginning to think this fishing thing might be dangerous, but she heaved a sigh and started for her sisters potion supplies. She had a feeling at least one child would be injured today, but that was the good thing about magic; Molly could heal most of the wounds her children managed to inflict upon themselves, or one another.