*Molly gives up on an orderly progression out the door and seizes George, throwing him in her hip. His yelling instantly shifts to the I'm-too-old-for-this-Mum variety but it breaks up the fight enough for them to clear the door of the shop. She's frazzled enough to fail to notice the Malfoys until they're nearly on top of them, and when she does a peculiar expression comes over her face: a bit strangled, as she becomes very cognizant of the state her hair is in and the ice cream on everyone's face and the screaming twins and their hand-me down robes...and then set, stubbornly, as she becomes even more cognizant of the handsomeness of her husband and the clever things he's always bringing home and that Percy read at three--that Bill is already helping her around the house like someone twice his age, how much he's starting to look like her brothers...*
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*Molly gives up on an orderly progression out the door and seizes George, throwing him in her hip. His yelling instantly shifts to the I'm-too-old-for-this-Mum variety but it breaks up the fight enough for them to clear the door of the shop. She's frazzled enough to fail to notice the Malfoys until they're nearly on top of them, and when she does a peculiar expression comes over her face: a bit strangled, as she becomes very cognizant of the state her hair is in and the ice cream on everyone's face and the screaming twins and their hand-me down robes...and then set, stubbornly, as she becomes even more cognizant of the handsomeness of her husband and the clever things he's always bringing home and that Percy read at three--that Bill is already helping her around the house like someone twice his age, how much he's starting to look like her brothers...*
Arthur, let's go.