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Chapter 4 -Molly and Arthur

Molly shuffled about the empty house as she dusted and cleaned Ron's old room. She hummed along with the radio that followed her as she moved from room to room.

The house was empty except for a few spirits here and there and the ghoul in the attic. Arthur was at work and all the kids had places of their own. The huge house had suddenly become quite empty and seemed to get dusty quite fast. Therefore Molly found herself cleaning it at least once a week. And today was that day.

Suddenly a proxy flew out of the curtain she had been dusting and ran smack into her forehead. She swatted it away and it flew toward the bed. Molly pulled out her wand aimed at it.

"Immobulus," she said and the proxy froze. She then went over, picked it up and proceeded out of the room for the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Molly dropped the proxy in a dustbin and closed the lid tight. Once it was latched, she picked it up and took it out to the backyard. Here she set it by two other taller trash bins then headed back for the house.

When her foot touched the back step, she stopped and looked out at the yard. She smiled as she remembered the family summer meals, backyard quidditch matches, and tag games of various charmed sorts. The yard seemed so empty without children to play in it.

Molly finally looked away, sighing, and stepped into the house. She jumped back a little as an owl set itself upon the kitchen table. Clasping her now rapidly beating heart, she stepped forward and took the letter from the owl. The owl hooted once then flew off. Molly watched it fly out the door then turned to the letter. She unfolded the parchment and began to read.

The house is empty.
The children have gone.
But our love still lives on.

Tonight I want to do something special.
For the you, the women who does everything.
But first you must do something for me.

A trip to the garden.
A travel to the story.
And you will have everything I need
to pamper you galore.

So tarry not,
I'll be home by four.
To make you the best supper,
you have ever had before.

Arthur

Molly giggled at her husbands attempt at poetry. She looked at the list and squinted her brow.

"What, in heaven's name, is he going to make?" she questioned when she saw what ingredients he had asked her to pick up. "Snake skins, ginger root, oranges, pickled turnip, Mandrake root? It sounds more like a potion then dinner." She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the clock. She gave a squeak when she saw the time. "3 o'clock! I've got to go." She said heading for the hall closet to retrieve her traveling cloak. She had shopping to do and if she didn't hurry, she would not be able to get all of the ingredients on the list before Arthur got home.