Breeze

"We must have been out of our minds to suggest this," Molly whispered in Arthur's ear. He wouldn't have been able to hear her otherwise, above the cheering of the four other men in the room.

It was true, they'd put themselves in the position of playing hosts two four rowdy, drunk young men when they invited their brothers over to listen to the Quidditch World Cup on the Wireless.

"Did you hear that, Molly?" Fabian shouted across the five-foot distance between them. "Your girl from Puddlemere – Marista Mallows just scored again."

"I think this calls for another round," Bilius announced, getting up from his chair and swaying drunkenly on his way to the kitchen.

"We've barely got a lead yet, Bilius," Arthur scolded his older brother lightly.

"Still. It's a miracle England even made it into the match. What's it been, Char? Twenty years since they last made it to the final?"

The oldest Weasley brother nodded. "Yeah. The year Arthur was born. I remember being at that game with Dad and Auntie Muriel. Good game. England lost, of course."

"Not this time, though," Gideon predicted, flopping down on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table. "We've got a great team this year. Practically unbeatable."

"Yeah, and everyone knows Sweden only made it because Greece was disqualified for spelling their brooms," Fabian agreed and took another swig of his spiked butterbeer.

Molly looked down at her own glass, wishing there was alcohol mixed in hers. But alas, the healers had warned her to stay away from it while pregnant. She could only hope the baby came before Christmas. There was no way she'd be able to handle their families and the holidays sober.

"I'm going to get some fresh air," Molly announced, and headed for the back door.

The summer of 1970 was turning out to be the hottest in some years, and thankfully it was coming to an end. Just a couple more weeks until September.

"What I wouldn't give for a little breeze," the witch muttered to herself as she watched the leaves and the tall grass for any sign of movement.

"If you'd like, I can summon up a storm," Arthur said behind her. She smiled.

"Weather charms aren't your forte, dear," she reminded him.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach.

"Is Bilius getting on your nerves again? You know he doesn't do it on purpose."

"It's not just him." She twisted in his arms so she could rest her head on his chest. "I think it's the pregnancy. Usually I can handle them just fine."

She felt Arthur chuckle. "Well, you have to admit, our brothers are a bit wild."

She nodded. "We're the only sane ones."

Author's Note:

I'm having way too much fun writing Gideon and Fabian. I'm going to be so sad when I have to kill them off.