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Audrey paused for a moment, feeling a blush creep up the sides of her face, tinting them with colour, and she looked down at the table to attempt to hide that fact. Why did he have to say things like that? They did strange things to her, foreign type things, and she wasn’t sure if she particularly liked it or not. Like there wasn’t much a choice in the matter whether she wanted to feel those things or not. Almost like he was seeping his way through her walls. Which, to be honest, to someone like her was a bit unnerving.

Opening her mouth to relieve him by saying that worrying about her was unnecessary, but not getting the chance for Molly had returned Audrey remained quiet, finishing up with the napkins as Percy followed his mother back into the kitchen. She’s have to tell him later, if brought up again.

Swiftly the table was complete, with enough delicious-smelling food to feed a small crowd. Slight guilt flittered across Audrey’s face as she bit her lip, her eyebrows meeting together in an arch. Not only had Molly prepared an early dinner to include her, but it looked as if she went above and beyond. “I hope you didn’t go through all this trouble for my sake, Mrs.—” she swallowed and corrected herself, abiding to Molly’s wishes, “Molly.—I’m not sure if I could bear the thought.”

Percy looked at her. If he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn she was blushing. But, why? Why would his words have such an effect on her? He didn’t understand. His chance to ask or to say anything was ruined when Molly returned and soon Audrey was left to her own devices as Percy helped with the food.

It wasn’t long before all the food had been brought to the table. He once again looked at Audrey and he could see the guilt on her face. He recognized the look because it was one he had, constantly. He was about to say something when Audrey herself spoke up.

Molly shook her head. “Oh, nonsense. This is a normal dinner at the Burrow.” She told her. “I’m used to cooking for nine, and I often forget that my kids have all moved out.” She sighed wistfully, thinking of the past. “I’m fortunate they come visit their old mum often enough.”

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Audrey shushed him gently, not unlike a mother trying to calm down a scared child, caressing his arm as she smiled up at him. “No more apologies.—You’re doing nothing wrong. Certainly nothing that calls for an apology,” she assured wholeheartedly. “Don’t worry about me.” Worrying was her thing. Not that she spent a lot of time worrying about herself, but, like she said, she was able to look after herself just fine.

"Good," she approved of his answer with a nod of her own, reclaiming her hand and her previous position at the other side of the table. Only, this time, a small smile was playing on her lips, absentmindedly mostly, from what he said, but also in an attempt to to show Percy that she was fine in being here. People could be nervous and fine at the same time; he just needed to realise that.

"Alright, alright." He acquiesced. He still didn’t agree that there was nothing to apologize for but he’d stop. "I’m always going to worry about you. People worry about those they care about." He explained. Once the table was finished being set, Percy looked up to see his mother re-enter the room. "Help me bring the food over to the table, would you, Percy?" She asked. Percy nodded and went to help his mother.

Soon the food was on the table as well, and it was all finally ready. “I guess it’s time to eat.” Percy said. “This looks and smells delicious.” He couldn’t wait to taste his mother’s food. It had been too long since he’d been home for a home cooked meal. He promised himself he would come by the Burrow weekly from now on, though not just for the food. He missed his family too.

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Even if Percy was reading far too into a mere characteristic than really necessary, Audrey couldn’t help but feel touched by his considerate concern for her well-being. It certainly wasn’t something that happened often.—Not that Audrey ever really gave anyone the chance to display such kindness, but still, it was sweet.—But also unnecessary.

Then confusion came. Her happiness? means a lot?—What? Why? Those questions spilled out onto her face. That statement seemed to go beyond what was occurring now, not appearing to fit. It wasn’t like she was unhappy being here.

Audrey bit her bottom lip, silently listening to the redhead, not really sure what to say now. But after a moment of staring at him, she smiled ever so slightly. “You’re sweet,” she said in genuine. “But, honestly..you don’t need to extend such formalities with me…or whatever requirements you think friendship entails. I am quite capable of looking after myself.” She wasn’t trying to be harsh,—her gentle tone, she hoped, conveyed that,—but she didn’t wish any type of burden on him.

"Please. Do not feel bad because of me. That’s the last thing I want. Nor do I want to upset you or your mother by leaving.—I’ll be fine." She smiled lightly again. "Really."

A smile crossed his face at her compliment. “Thank you. But, I’m really just being honest.” He insisted. “I know you are…I didn’t mean—” He sighed, trying to figure out exactly what it was he meant. “I’m sorry.” He was horrible at this friend thing. What was the muggle term? Social anxiety? Yes, he had that in spades.

"Alright." He said, nodding. "I’ll drop it. As long as you’re having a good time." He just wanted everything to go well, but the longer they were here the more it reminded him that he had no idea how to deal with people, not even his own family.

He constantly worried about saying or doing the wrong thing. It was why he preferred being alone most of the time. Yes, it got lonely, but at least you didn’t disappoint anyone.

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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.”

He looked at her, still a bit unsure, but felt her words give him a small sense of relief. “No, I…I know you are.” He insisted. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I feel bad because I know that you don’t exactly feel comfortable in these types of situations, but you came here for me.” He bit his lip, trying to explain his feelings. “I just…your happiness means a lot to me, and so does your comfort. So, if you’re not comfortable here, then I don’t want us to stay.”

He just didn’t want Audrey to feel out of place and he knew that she did. “You’re my friend, Audrey. Which is still new to me. Having a friend. And friends think about each other, and put each other first.” He told her. “And that’s what I’m trying to do.”

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.”

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They were almost to the front door when Percy’s personal wall came down and started verbally beating on himself for his past. Not that it was all that unexpected, for he had done so before, but it always hurt Audrey a little to hear that self-loathing vibrate through his voice.

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"I know," she said quietly, wishing she could just take his pain away. Unfortunately, it was never that simple.

Steadying the plate in her right, her left hand went to Percy’s bicep, resting gently there in a form of comfort. “What matters now is that you do realise,” she told him, “and you’re doing something about it. Showing up here today..bringing me along,” she smiled slightly. “You’re taking your past and burying it, outwardly stating this is who you are now.—That’s all you can do.” The corner of her lips rose in another smile, hoping it would be contagious and he’d realise the truth in her words. Anything to keep him falling into remission.

"Come now," she suggested, adding in a small joke to lighten the mood, "lets go inside before I lose my nerve and run off."

Percy looked at her. She was right, he knew she was. He only wished it was that simple. He wished that, knowing that could make everything okay. He wasn’t going to be able to forgive himself, to let go of the past overnight. But, maybe this was a step in the right direction. Maybe he just needed to stop looking back. As she smiled, he couldn’t help returning the smile.

Laughing slightly, Percy shook his head. “We wouldn’t want that.” He replied. “Alright.” He raised his hand to the door handle and opened it, knowing Molly would throw a fit if he even thought of knocking. He didn’t want one of his mother’s lectures about how this was his home even if he didn’t live there. “Mum? Dad?” He called out as he stepped inside and waited for Audrey to follow. He assumed Molly was in the kitchen, as he could smell the wonderful aroma of her cooking instantly.

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