Starlight
The winter was dragging on at an infuriatingly slow pace. It was only the end of February and Molly was going stir crazy, being cooped up inside for two months. The snow and freezing temperature hadn't let up at all, and she longed to go for a walk.
She was curled up on the couch in front of the fire, knitting a blanket and listening to the Wireless while Arthur did some paperwork beside her. Despite usually loving spending quiet time together, she couldn't keep from sighing every few minutes, bored of their predictable routine. After her sixth sigh, she felt Arthur shift beside her and looked over as he packed away his paperwork.
"Finished?" she asked.
"No. I'm going out for a bit," he answered, leaving his briefcase on the coffee table.
"Where? It's nearly eight."
"I'll be back in a bit."
He couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes. He came back to her grinning with flushed cheeks, dragging snow on the new carpet.
"Arthur you're making a mess!" Molly scolded, putting down her knitting.
"Come on," he said. He pulled a throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over her shoulders as she stood up.
"Where are we going?"
"Just trust me!" he said, exasperated. He practically had to put her shoes on for her, but he eventually got her out the back door.
They hadn't had much time to do anything with the garden before the winter hit. It was all dirt and weeds and a chicken coop. Tonight it had an addition of a thick blanket splayed out on the snow. Two bottles of butterbeer and a plate of pumpkin pasties sat on the blanket.
"I know how you missed our picnics," Arthur whispered in her ear as she stared longingly at the scene.
"We're going to freeze," she murmured.
"Heating charm on the blanket. We'll be fine." And as he said it, she could see where the snow was melting at the edge of the blanket.
They sat there half the night, counting stars and pretending they were still in school.