“Please tell me that this is just one of your jokes?” Fred and George showed up to the yule ball in their finest matching baby blue suits.
“I thought you would like it, love.” Fred’s face fell a little from your sudden turn in opinion.
“Well, I don't hate it. It’s just a very. Strong look.” George couldn't last another second as he watched this little conversation go on.
“Go on Fred. She looks gorgeous and we look like a couple of clowns. Maybe we should do something about it.” You were a little confused by the whole situation before the twins flicked their wands transforming their blue robes to wonderful tux’s looking like two suave gentleman.
“Oh thank god!” Running into Fred’s arms you couldn't hide the smile from the good news.
“Oi, I thought we looked right smart.” George on the other hand wasn’t as relived as yourself. Giving a good slap to Fred’s chest you pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck.
“I wasn't getting kissed in that outfit. An I’m quite fond of kisses.” George rolled his eyes as he spotted his date coming down the stairs.“Did well?” Fred took a step back spinning so you can have a good look at the whole outfit.
“You look wonderful.” Fred smiled as he grabbed your hand giving you a quick spin.
“You look pretty alright yourself. Now when are you going to wave your wand and change?” Fred couldn't hold back the laugh as you continued to give him playful smacks on his chest and arms.
“You are such a little shit.” Fred pulling you close before giving you a longer kiss than the one from before.
“I think it’s not fair to the other girls that you look this beautiful.” Rolling your eyes you pulled him in for another kiss. Even when he was being a true git he was still the sweetest.
That’s his story. You wanna hear mine? Hmm? FP was a mess. He was stealing from the company and selling stuff on the side. All things considered, I was pretty generous. [So generous you didn’t give him a second chance?] Of course I did! You have no idea how many times I bailed that man out of jail. Son … when someone is drowning, you can try to save them.
having two different characters based entirely around the fact that they sell noodles for a living, in two different games, completely independent of each other
only ever having at most like 2 named cops per case, except for RFTA where everyone is a cop
larry never having a reason to be anywhere yet. always being there
the fact that hordes of people now believe the local lake is inhabited by a giant monster, and how that fact is literally never mentioned again
having two different instances of weapons being concealed INSIDE LIVING PET DOGS, in two different games, completely independent of each other
franziska von karma
the judge’s brother being ridiculously canadian while the judge is… not.
the fact that the presiding judges (not counting junie and justine) are only known as “judge”, “judge’s little brother” and “khura’inese judge” and we know absolutely nothing about them as people except that they’re old
dhurke becoming king consort of an entire nation, and remaining a practising lawyer
meeting your daughter in jail for the first time in years, seeing her be executed, manipulating your youngest daughter into channelling her sister’s spirit in order to kill your sister to stop your niece - her daughter - from ruling your tiny village, but being stopped by your third daughter, said niece, and some guy who dated two of your daughters at once but never noticed that they were different people. also some guy who worked with your other niece was there.
Harry is usually either busy or stressed out, so it’s hard to find time to do something simple such as cuddle. Usually you’ll pull him out of his daze by just wrapping your arms around him from behind, reminding him that you’re there to help him through anything. After the initial reminder he is a big ball of fluff.
Ron loves cuddling, even during times when it’s maybe not the best time. When you’re reading or just relaxing sometimes he will crawl up to you and snuggle into your stomach. It never fails to bring a smile to your face and distract you from whatever you were doing before.
Draco has the tendency to believe he is a bad person, and almost needs more comforting then you do. Whenever you two are wrapped up in each others arms, you always find yourself running your fingers across his back or head to both calm him and remind him that you’re there no matter what.
Fred is a very cuddly person, but also likes to make you laugh. He will come in asking you about your day and pulling you into his arms, though now and again he will slip an ice cube or something else foreign up your shirt to stir things up a little. Though it doesn’t always seem funny at first, you always end up laughing in the end.Plus there are always plenty of cuddles to go around later.
George is the perfect big spoon, and is always up for a little one on one time. After a long day of work or classes there is nothing better then crawling up into his lap and resting her head against his chest. This way you can listen to the steady beating of his heart as you wind down from the days previous events.
Neville doesn’t like seeing you sad or angry and tends to always want to make you feel better. He will pull you into his arms for however long necessary and shower you face and head with subtle kisses to make you smile. He never seems to fail.
The first conversation of this type at this table had been Charlie, at seventeen, so serious and so scared. He’d looked down at his hands, not meeting Molly’s eyes, or even Arthur’s. The word asexual was whispered like something shameful, and the Weasley parents stumbled over each other to explain that it wasn’t. Shameful. That they loved him anyway.
They walked away from the conversation feeling close to Charlie, glad for the opportunity to be trusted like this, and for the chance to reassure him of their unconditional love. They hadn’t expected the conversation to be the first of many.
Fred’s turn was next, a few years later. He was sixteen, and Molly assumed when he asked for his parents attention at the kitchen table that he was about to confess to the mysterious burn mark on the outside of the house, just under Ron’s attic window. When he instead said that he was bisexual, Molly found herself almost relieved. It was Arthur who did the reassuring that time, though they both hugged him before he left the kitchen.
Ginny’s coming out had been almost casual. She, too, had been sixteen, and had addressed her concerns mainly to her mother, sure that her father wouldn’t fly off the handle. As it turned out, Molly nodded and said that she had known all along, and Arthur laughed and started counting on his fingers.
Harry felt the same conversation necessary, after his breakup with Ginny. He looked, while pronouncing the words, as if he had put something very sharp in his mouth and was getting up the courage to swallow it. “You’ve taken me in and I broke up with your daughter, and I might start dating boys and I’m – I, I’m sorry.”
Molly’s heart broke, like it always does when Harry’s lack of parental affection throughout his life shines through, and she reached for him, reassuring him that of course it was alright, they loved him like one of their sons, he doesn’t need to hide this about himself. Arthur laughed. “You saved three of our lives, Harry, and then the entire world. It would take a lot more than bisexuality to put us off of you.” It shocked Harry that he hadn’t been the one to use the word, but they had known anyway. He felt so much lighter, so much freer having told someone other than Ginny how he felt. The entire world felt within his grasp, now, with such a strong base of love to draw from.
The last conversation - of their children, at least, their grandchildren were going to have their own sets of comings-out - didn’t happen at the kitchen table, but rather, at the front door on Christmas Eve, when Oliver Wood, dressed to the nines and bearing a beautiful poinsettia and a bottle of elf-wine, trailed happily behind Percy. “Mother, you remember Oliver from our school days. I’ve brought him tonight as my partner,” Percy said, in a voice that left no room for disapproval or argument. “I would have brought him before, but we didn’t want to steal Ginny’s thunder from the wedding.”
Molly smiled, kissed Percy and thanked Oliver for the poinsettia, seemingly nonplussed, and just happy to everyone she loved, and everyone her children loved all under one roof.
The two of you end up getting a little husky pup and naming her Sasha. As an added bonus she totally gets along with Hedwig.
You and Ron get a little Bernese Mountain dog puppy and name her Violet. She seems to share Ron’s love of food
One day you came home with a little Maltese the two of you have come to call Winston. He is cute and adorable like you, plus you can joke that he has the same hair colour as his dad.
When the two of you wen searching for a pup you wanted a quirky little puppy that shared your sense of humour. This is how you can across Daisy, a little pup with a big heart. She never fails to make the two of you laugh, or offer a little cuddle.
It wasn’t so much you went out to get a dog, and more like a dog found the two of you. You came across little Winnie walking home one night and she stole your hearts. She is the perfect cuddle buddy, but also offers endless amounts of entertainment.
Neville knew you wanted to get a puppy, and he wanted to get a dog big enough to protect you when he wasn’t around. This is how you ended up with little Arlo. He is all fluff and no bite, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.