January 2, 2029

Guess

"Healer Weasley?"

Molly looked up from beside her patient's bed. She had just finished redressing his wounds – the poor man had been burned from an outbreak of Fiendfire that had ruined his entire house. Gertrude Fairley, an intern at St Mungo's, stood tentatively in the doorway, her yellow hair pulled back tightly underneath her white, Healer's cap.

"Yes, Getrude?" Molly smiled warmly, hoping to coax the girl out of her shell.

"There's a man down in reception asking for you."

"Oh, alright," Molly nodded her head and glanced back at her patient. With a slight flick of her wand, she quickly checked his vitals and readjusted the pillow under his head, before standing up. "Do you know who it is?"

Gertrude shook her head. "He had glasses," she offered, looking terrified that she hadn't known the answer.

Molly beamed at her brightly. "It's alright, dear," she assured her gently. "Why don't you keep Mr Falkner company for a while? If anything goes wrong, just send down a memo."

Gulping, Gertrude nodded her head and sat beside the unconscious Mr Falkner.

Discarding her gloves in a nearby waste disposal bin, Molly headed down the corridor towards the elevator. She wondered who was here to see her. She couldn't recall any appointments. And it wasn't her fiancé, because David didn't wear glasses.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she beamed as she recognised the familiar face. It was her cousin, Albus. He was dressed smartly in a pair of black trousers and a crisp, emerald button-up shirt, which made his green eyes burst beneath his rounded spectacles. He grinned broadly when he saw her, and quickly strode up to pull her into a tight hug.

"Al!" Molly cried cheerfully as she hugged him back. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Albus pulled back, his face aglow with extreme happiness. "Do you have a moment?" Molly quickly checked the time – it was five minutes until she finished her shift.

"I get off in five minutes," she told him. "Sit tight, I'll go and find Healer Ryan and see if she'll let me off early."

Albus nodded and sat down on the visitor's lounge, his right leg bouncing impatiently. As expected, Healer Ryan was more than happy for Molly to finish her shift a little early, and she quickly changed out of her Healer scrubs and into some comfortable clothes before racing back to meet her cousin.

"Alright, tell me why you're here!"

"Wanna go and get some coffee?" Albus asked.

"Sure!"

Al broke the silence as soon as they had left St Mungo's.

"Okay, so guess what, Mol?" He practically bounced on every word. She crossed her arms and frowned at him, unimpressed.

"Don't make me guess, Al," she told him. "You know I hate guessing games."

He smirked. "You know, sometimes I can really see the resemblance between you and Lucy."

Molly smacked him across the shoulder. "Are you going to tell me or what?"

"Alright," he took a deep breath. "She said yes!" He turned to face her, his green eyes wide and brilliant, his smile brighter than the fluorescent lighting of the hospital wards. "Saoirse said yes!"

"She said yes!" Molly cheered excitedly, hugging Albus tightly. "Oh Merlin! Al, that's incredible!"

"I know! I can't believe it! We're getting married!"

Molly had never seen him look so adorably happy until that moment. His expression made her teary, and she couldn't help but give him another hug.

"Congratulations Al! How did you do it?"

He shrugged his shoulders, looking a little embarrassed. "It wasn't anything special," he confessed. "It was actually really out of the blue. We went out to lunch today, to celebrate her birthday. She was drinking her coffee and eating some treacle tart and then all of a sudden, I'm blurting out that I love her and want her to marry me." His cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of pink, which he tried to hide by looking down.

"Aw," Molly cooed with a warm smile. "That's so adorable."

"It wasn't the greatest proposal. I haven't even gotten her a ring. It just sort of… slipped out."

Molly patted him on the shoulder. "When is Saoirse coming home from work?"

"'Bout seven."

"Well then, we've got plenty of time to look for a ring and make her a romantic dinner, don't we?"

Albus grinned excitedly and crushed Molly against him again. "Have I ever told you that you're my favourite cousin?"

Molly laughed and poked him in the ribs, and the two of them Disapparated to Diagon Alley in search for the perfect engagement ring.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for being so slow and taking forever to update. I have no excuse (unless laziness is an excuse). Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little one.

Ages: Molly (23), Albus (23).

Love you xx