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I come bearing scones…?

askpercyignatiusweasley:

audreymeadows:

Audrey in took a breath, and nodded at Percy’s assurance, before exhaling. It wasn’t so much how Molly had acted or done, but more that she was just awkward and shy, especially with first meetings.

Nevertheless, she trekked on like a brave little soldier, with her head held high, and followed further into the home.

With her question answered, Audrey carefully set her peace-offering on the table, and smiled up at Molly, unable to stop a small giggle from rising. “I think that is I who should be telling you that, Mrs.— I mean..Molly,” she said, straightening up and clasping her now empty fingers together in front of her. The scones, really, had been no trouble, but to cook a whole meal, even with the help of magic? That sounded like a lot more effort being made than she was worth.

Percy offered his assistance then, and Audrey felt inclined to do the same, wanting to repay for generous, but, again, unnecessary, hospitality. Percy had taken the silverware and was dispersing them, so Audrey grabbed a hold of the slightly-worn clothed napkins and started to fold and place them accordingly in a neat and proper fashion.

Audrey looked up quizzically at Percy. “Sorry about what?” Not for another thing that he shouldn’t feel sorry for, she hoped.

"You don’t have to." He insisted. He frowned a bit at her question. "Just…my mum tends to be a bit too much sometimes, and I’m sorry if she’s making you uncomfortable or anything." He said, with a slight shrug. Molly came on very strong, to most people, and some happened to be very put off by her personality.

"I just don’t want you to feel as though you have to be here, for me." He felt guilty, because he felt like he’d railroaded her into this whole thing, and now she was feeling out of place, and that was the very last thing he wanted. "I was just…hoping that…well, that maybe you’d like them. I know they can be a bit intense, but they’re the only family I’ve got."

Percy remembered all too well when he hadn’t had them for a long period of time, thanks to his own stubbornness.

Her hope quickly deflated as Percy apologized for his mother’s overbearing nature. Definitely something he need not feel sorry for. Audrey looked down, readjusting the already perfect placed cloth, as she thought of the right words. “Percy..you misunderstand me,” she started, but, still, Percy continued.

His next sentence caused Audrey’s face to contort slightly as she raised her gaze to him, feeling awful that she had made him feel that way. It was one thing for him to recognize that she was a little nervous, but this was something else entirely.

Abandoning her position, Audrey moved around the table until she stood next to him, so he could hear and see the sincerity of her response. “Hey,” she said softly. “I’m glad you brought me here. Really. Please do not think otherwise.” She paused to allow the words to seep in before going on. “I’m just…not exactly comfortable around new people. But that isn’t your fault, nor is it your family’s. I’ve always been like that.—However, I’m sure that feeling will die down eventually. Especially considering how kind your mother is.” She smiled at him gently. “I’m here for you, yes,—but that does not mean I don’t want to be here.”

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wired-to-survive:

audreymeadows:

Audrey was about to say something when this mechanical machine flew over their heads. She couldn’t quite place what it was, for she had never seen one, but the man’s reaction and words toward it made her think that it wasn’t all that good. “What was that thing?” she asked, pulling her jacket closer to person like she felt exposed.

Instead of an answer he offered a ride, but upon following his gaze to a small, one-seater bicycle Audrey respectfully declined his offer.

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"Thanks for the offer, but I…" Don’t get onto strangers’ bikes. She shook her head. “I’ll manage, thank you.—Good day.” She gave him a quick smile before walking down the sidewalk, biting her lip as she did so. Why hadn’t she requested a guide before agreeing to come over here? She let out a small huff before choosing to cross the street, that happened to be in the direction of the area the man had told her avoid but again she hadn’t a clue to where she was going.

He stood there for a moment, unsure if the amusement in her going the wrong way or the refusal for help was more prominent to him at the moment. He wasn’t going to let her end up doing the exact thing he said not to; though it was more for the rest of the Transgenics sake than her own. He chased after her and pointed ahead once he was near her. 

"So, see that sign up there? You’re pretty much guaranteed to walk right into the place I told you about. Look, if you’re worried about the bike, I’ll walk you where you need to go, but trust me when I say this; You do not want to be caught walking around the city if you’re not from here."

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"By the way, the thing flying around, it’s a hover drone. Police cameras and all that freedom removing crap."

Audrey jumped slightly when the man reappeared beside her, but her fright quickly turned into confusion as he pointed ahead, to a sign, saying that she was going to end up exactly where he had told her to avoid.

"I’m utterly hopeless," she muttered, mostly to herself, feeling embarrassed by her complete lack of direction. Would she ever learn? Surely a grown woman should have acquired such a skill long ago.

Her gaze eventually rose to the kind stranger, and she found herself smiling shyly at his offer. “That’s very kind of you to offer. Truly,” she commended in gratitude. “But I cannot ask it of you. Surely you have other, more important, things to attend to, and I’m afraid I’ll only take time from you.” She bit her lip.

"Hover drone?" she repeated the strange title, but she didn’t understand. "The police…they’re..watching you?—But why? Has there been a crime committed?"

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Ted adopted Lucy and married Molly after their parents died on a mission. Audrey had gone to France to take out some rogue death eaters and Percy went with her. 
-anon

nineteenyearsintothefuture:

Ted adopted Lucy and married Molly after their parents died on a mission. Audrey had gone to France to take out some rogue death eaters and Percy went with her. 

-anon

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I come bearing scones…?

askpercyignatiusweasley:

audreymeadows:

"Oh, um..o-okay," Audrey muttered awkwardly, her shyness coming out clearly then. She was brought up to use such formalities, especially to her elders, so, naturally, it made her a little hesitant. But, not wishing to offend, Audrey would try to acquiesce her request.

Audrey looked down in attempt to spare Percy from some of the embarrassed his mother’s otherwise harmless comment caused. It wasn’t anything new to her, Percy had already told her that he didn’t have many friends—a thing they had in common—, but she could tell it bothered him. Molly answered her then, and Audrey raised her gaze to the older woman. “Yes,” she agreed quietly, trying not to think how awful it would’ve been if he had not woken up. Thankfully, Molly seemed keen to put subject to rest and began to usher them further into the house.
However, her comment made Audrey bite her lip. She had picked this time, in between lunch and dinner, so there wouldn’t be unnecessary niceties or obligations, but apparently her planning had been futile.

Moving to follow Percy stopped her with a protest to her earlier comment and soon had Audrey blushing a light pink. “Over-embellishment,” she repeated insistently, but returned his smile all the same, and walked after Molly, taking in the atmosphere as she went.

Which included the heavenly smell that just about overwhelmed Audrey’s senses taking in its aroma. When Percy had mentioned Molly was a good cook he wasn’t kidding, and even though she felt kinda guilty for causing her to think that she had to cook for her, she hoped to try whatever smelled so good.

"Um, where do you think I should put the scones?" she asked Percy as they entered the dining room. "Or should I ask?"

Percy met Audrey’s gaze, sensing her discomfort. As Molly walked into the dining room, Percy offered Audrey a small smile. “Don’t worry. Mum goes overboard for everyone. She can’t help it. She doesn’t know how to cook a small meal, even. Every meal is a production in this house.” He said, with a slight chuckle. “It sure does keep things interesting. And I didn’t over-embellish anything.” He argued. 

As they headed into the dining room, Percy took in the scent of his mother’s cooking. He didn’t think there was any better scent. He glanced at Audrey upon hearing her question. “Just set them on the table.” He said. “Uh, Mum? Audrey was kind enough to bring some scones.” Percy said.

Molly turned from her position setting the table and looked at Audrey. “Oh! How sweet!” She said, cheerfully. “I can’t wait to try them. I just hope you didn’t go to any trouble on our account.” She told her. Percy rolled his eyes. His mother was something else. 

"Mum, why don’t you let me finish setting the table, and you go finish dinner?" He offered. "Oh, thank you, dear. It won’t be long." Molly said, with a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Shaking his head, Percy continued setting the table. His family sure was…intense at times, but he didn’t know where he’d be without them. “Sorry about that.” He mumbled.

Audrey in took a breath, and nodded at Percy’s assurance, before exhaling. It wasn’t so much how Molly had acted or done, but more that she was just awkward and shy, especially with first meetings.

Nevertheless, she trekked on like a brave little soldier, with her head held high, and followed further into the home.

With her question answered, Audrey carefully set her peace-offering on the table, and smiled up at Molly, unable to stop a small giggle from rising. “I think that is I who should be telling you that, Mrs.— I mean..Molly,” she said, straightening up and clasping her now empty fingers together in front of her. The scones, really, had been no trouble, but to cook a whole meal, even with the help of magic? That sounded like a lot more effort being made than she was worth.

Percy offered his assistance then, and Audrey felt inclined to do the same, wanting to repay for generous, but, again, unnecessary, hospitality. Percy had taken the silverware and was dispersing them, so Audrey grabbed a hold of the slightly-worn clothed napkins and started to fold and place them accordingly in a neat and proper fashion.

Audrey looked up quizzically at Percy. “Sorry about what?” Not for another thing that he shouldn’t feel sorry for, she hoped.

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askpercyignatiusweasley:

audreymeadows:

They hadn’t gotten far before Mrs. Weasley came to them. Immediately, she took her boy into her arms, and for the first time, watching the pair, Audrey realised how lanky Percy actually was. Or maybe it had just been the contrast between mother and son, but he had to hunch over to allow Molly’s arms to snake around him. Although, the imagine brought a small smile to Audrey’s lips, Audrey was trying her best not to let her thoughts travel to where she couldn’t afford to lose them right now so she glanced away from their shared moment—it not being her place, anyhow—before she was addressed.

Audrey placed a polite smile on her lips as she was introduced to Molly. “Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” she responded, relieved it hadn’t come out shaky or anything of that embarrassing nature. Maybe she could handle this after all.

Audrey blinked. Molly Weasley had heard so much about her? Audrey’s blue hues were on Percy in a slightly-distressed glance before his mother could even get out that he had apparently embellished her character. She relaxed after that, her momentary panic being turned bashful. “Well, putting his over-embellishment of me aside, your son’s been nothing but lovely company to keep,” she stated, smiling at him before turning back to Molly. “Yes, ma’am. I - Your other son was placed under my care while he was there.” Audrey was actually surprised she recognised her, knowing how distraught she had been then, but also, as said before, she was not used to people recogising her.

Molly shook her head. “Oh, no dear, please, no need to be so formal. Call me Molly.” She insisted, with a warm smile. Her smile brightened at Audrey’s words. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that. It’s nice to see Percy have friends.”

"Mum!" He muttered, embarrassed. It wasn’t as if he’d never had friends. He just wasn’t as social as his siblings. "Sorry, dear." Molly said. Turning back to Audrey she nodded. "Yes, I remember. It was a troubling time, but everything worked out, thankfully." She said.

"So, come in you two, come into the dining room. Dinner is just about ready. I hope you brought your appetites, because I made plenty." She told them. Percy rolled his eyes. That was an understatement. Molly always made enough to feed a small army, and they always had leftovers.

As Molly headed for the dining room, Percy glanced at Audrey. “Everything I told her was true. I didn’t embellish anything.” He protested. “I just told her how amazing you’ve been, and that you’ve been a great friend.” He said, with a sincere smile.

"Oh, um..o-okay," Audrey muttered awkwardly, her shyness coming out clearly then. She was brought up to use such formalities, especially to her elders, so, naturally, it made her a little hesitant. But, not wishing to offend, Audrey would try to acquiesce her request.

Audrey looked down in attempt to spare Percy from some of the embarrassed his mother’s otherwise harmless comment caused. It wasn’t anything new to her, Percy had already told her that he didn’t have many friends—a thing they had in common—, but she could tell it bothered him. Molly answered her then, and Audrey raised her gaze to the older woman. “Yes,” she agreed quietly, trying not to think how awful it would’ve been if he had not woken up. Thankfully, Molly seemed keen to put subject to rest and began to usher them further into the house.
However, her comment made Audrey bite her lip. She had picked this time, in between lunch and dinner, so there wouldn’t be unnecessary niceties or obligations, but apparently her planning had been futile.

Moving to follow Percy stopped her with a protest to her earlier comment and soon had Audrey blushing a light pink. “Over-embellishment,” she repeated insistently, but returned his smile all the same, and walked after Molly, taking in the atmosphere as she went.

Which included the heavenly smell that just about overwhelmed Audrey’s senses taking in its aroma. When Percy had mentioned Molly was a good cook he wasn’t kidding, and even though she felt kinda guilty for causing her to think that she had to cook for her, she hoped to try whatever smelled so good.

"Um, where do you think I should put the scones?" she asked Percy as they entered the dining room. "Or should I ask?"

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audreymeadows:

Audrey’s smile brightened at Percy’s response, encouraging him, and her hand slipped from his shoulder back to her scone-filled plate, ready to follow into the home after him. 

Percy didn’t bother knocking, but instead called out, alerting the homeowners of their presence once they stepped through threshold.
Was that a normal thing to do when entering your parents house, Audrey didn’t know; she didn’t bring it up, but instead moved out of the way of the door so Percy could shut it behind them.

The room that they now stood in had an extremely homey feel to it. Furniture mitched-matched; colourful afghans; beaten throw pillows strewn all around, looking anything but out of place. But what really caught and held Audrey’s attention was the small piles of books that littered the rug and the coffee tables. They spiked her curiosity, causing her to wonder what their many pages held, and if it would show her insight on the people who owned them.

Though, she’d soon find out anyway for Percy was ushering her to follow him, no doubt planning to lead her to the reason they came here. Audrey took a silent, bracing breath and walked up behind the redhead, trailing.

Molly Weasley had been busy all day preparing the meal. She loved cooking, of course, so it was no problem. When Percy told her he was bringing a friend for dinner, she immediately had bombarded him with questions. Her son didn’t have very many friends, so of course Molly was going to be curious. Percy had been slightly annoyed at his mother’s interrogation, but had expected it. He patiently explained about Audrey and Molly had been looking forward to her visit ever since.

Now, upon hearing her son’s voice, she left the kitchen and entered the sitting room. “Percy! Oh, it’s wonderful to see you!” Molly said, embracing her son. Percy returned the embrace. “Hello, Mum. It’s wonderful to see you too.” He said, smiling. “Mum, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is my friend, Audrey Meadows. Audrey, this is my mother, Molly Weasley.” He said.

Molly pulled away from embracing her son to look at the girl. “Oh. Hello.” She said, with a warm smile. “I’ve heard so much about you! Percy told me how wonderful you are. I’m so grateful that you’ve been so kind to him.” She then looked at her a bit closer. “Wait…I remember you. You work at St. Mungo’s don’t you? I’ve seen you before.”

They hadn’t gotten far before Mrs. Weasley came to them. Immediately, she took her boy into her arms, and for the first time, watching the pair, Audrey realised how lanky Percy actually was. Or maybe it had just been the contrast between mother and son, but he had to hunch over to allow Molly’s arms to snake around him. Although, the imagine brought a small smile to Audrey’s lips, Audrey was trying her best not to let her thoughts travel to where she couldn’t afford to lose them right now so she glanced away from their shared moment—it not being her place, anyhow—before she was addressed.

Audrey placed a polite smile on her lips as she was introduced to Molly. “Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” she responded, relieved it hadn’t come out shaky or anything of that embarrassing nature. Maybe she could handle this after all.

Audrey blinked. Molly Weasley had heard so much about her? Audrey’s blue hues were on Percy in a slightly-distressed glance before his mother could even get out that he had apparently embellished her character. She relaxed after that, her momentary panic being turned bashful. “Well, putting his over-embellishment of me aside, your son’s been nothing but lovely company to keep,” she stated, smiling at him before turning back to Molly. “Yes, ma’am. I - Your other son was placed under my care while he was there.” Audrey was actually surprised she recognised her, knowing how distraught she had been then, but also, as said before, she was not used to people recogising her.

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