7.
Molly Weasley/Arthur Weasley
I had five boys to raise to men, one more than I bargained for.
Bill, Charlie, George, Fred, Ron and Arthur.
Arthurs worn out cloak was torn in two and his hat was burnt
but he stood there in front of me without a thought of shame
or the more appropriate look of apology.
"Merlin, why do you insist with fixing muggle things?" I ranted.
His smile was a boyish smile but his eyes pleaded for mercy.
"This is me Molly" Arthur said with a calm I admired secretly.
That poise wasn't in my other boys.
Arthur is my man.
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