Written for Hogwarts Challenges & Assignments - Term 13, Assignment 5: Horology, Task #1: include the Weasley family clock in your story, with relevance.

On the Clock

Angelina didn't take kindly to being blindfolded and brought to the Burrow, but George had said there was some sort of surprise in it for her, so she went along with his shenanigans to satisfy her burning curiosity.

When they arrived just outside the battered but brightly colored front door, George stopped and turned to her. "Wait here," he said. "I just have to check on something."

Angelina frowned and rubbed her hands together. "George, I don't know if you've noticed, but it's freezing out here."

"I know." George flashed her a wide grin before giving her a quick peck on the lips. "It's only for a moment, love, I promise."

"Fine, but I promise that if you're not back in the next sixty seconds, you will be very sorry, George Weasley," she grumbled. True to her threat, she began counting the seconds in her head as soon as her husband slipped through the doorway.

She had just reached thirty-seven when he returned.

"Was that quick enough?" George asked. Without waiting for a reply, he added cheekily, "Did you miss me?"

Angelina rolled her eyes, but allowed the redhead to pull her into the living room. Once there, she looked around. Nothing appeared to be any different than the last time she had been there. The same overstuffed floral couch sat in the middle of the room, while other bits of mismatched furniture dotted the rest of the space. Tying it all together was a beige carpet that the family had acquired during their trip to Egypt many years back.

"Er, I'm afraid you've lost me," she admitted. "What am I looking at?"

George let out a dramatic sigh. "Honestly, woman, where are your powers of observation?"

"Probably wherever your cooking skills are," she shot back.

"Touché," George said lightly. "Follow me, if you will, over to this side of the room."

Angelina trailed behind him, wondering what she had missed. When he paused, beaming, next to the oversized clock with golden hands, she asked, "You kidnapped me and brought me here to look at your family's clock?"

"First of all, I did not kidnap you," George scoffed. "Second of all, would you please look at the damn thing? Mum worked hard to make some updates to it."

Angelina tilted her head. The face of the clock listed its usual locations — home, school, work, hospital, prison, travelling, lost, and mortal peril. There did seem to be an awfully large number of clock hands, however, even for the Weasley family...

And then she saw it:

Her name, in elegant script, on one of the metal hands.

She gasped and stretched her fingers out toward the hand, as if to verify that it was really there. "George..."

"Guess it's official, huh?" he said, nudging her arm. "I mean, I know we're married and all, but it's not the real deal until your name is on our clock."

Angelina laughed and examined the timepiece again. "Oh, Harry's on here now, too! And Hermione!"

"Yeah, Mum went a little crazy adding all the new spouses," George chuckled. "Fleur's been on there for ages, of course, but what with all the recent weddings, Mum didn't want anyone to feel left out."

"Well, I'm honored," Angelina said, squeezing her husband's hand.

He brushed a braid away from her face and smiled. "Feels like we should make a toast or something, doesn't it?"

Angelina agreed. She pulled out her wand to summon a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"To being a Weasley," George declared.

"To being a Weasley," she echoed, clinking her glass with his.

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