Molly\'s Muggle Misgivings
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,997
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Molly's Muggle Misgivings
Title: Molly’s Muggle Misgivings
Words: 715
Rating: R
Summary: Molly has a deep mistrust of everything Muggle…can an ordinary household object change her mind?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
Molly sat in the comfy chair in the living room. She was all alone as was the norm on most mid week days. The eldest Weasley children had long flown the nest and with the young children all away at school and Arthur working late again she was all alone. She sighed deeply. At least with the house empty every day she could make light work of her household chores and she had more time for relaxation. Equally so though, she had time for rumination. She hated being alone in the house and at times like these she really wished Arthur wasn’t so busy in his job.
Molly had never been quite at ease with Arthur’s interest in Muggle artefacts. She knew it was his job but his enthusiasm for all things Muggle often bothered her. She hated it when he bought ‘things’ home with him, she felt uneasy and despite how much she told herself the wizarding community was far more civilised and advanced than the non magical world, she still sometimes felt a little….well, uneducated. She was a wife and mother, she should know all the answers, have been there and done that. She should be able to envisage every obstacle her children might encounter, and be able to guide them through it. Over the years though it was becoming more and more obvious that they were far more aware than her of many things, that the traditional wizarding values were slipping - and her authority and security slipped with them. Molly Weasley had cause to find Muggle inventions offensive, intimidating even.
One such Muggle artefact bothered her more than most, and today with her anger and frustration built up within her, she decided to tackle it head on.
Standing up Molly took a moment to straighten her back and stiffen her resolve, and then before she could change her mind she strode into the kitchen. Yanking open a drawer she thrust her hand forward to grasp the offending article…for a moment she hesitated and her hand froze. Such a fuss about nothing maybe, no real reason to get so upset…she withdrew her hand an inch, hesitating, uncertain in herself. No. She’d had enough. No longer would her emotions be controlled by such stupid things. Quickly she thrust her hand forward and taking a firm hold grabbed her prey.
She held it aloft like a prize winning fish and it dangled before her in a not dissimilar way. Bright yellow and droopy she had her prize…a rubber glove. Marigold’s Arthur called them, although the resemblance to a flower was lost on Molly. Stupid, nasty looking things. She stared at it for a moment, wondering at the purpose of all those little bumps across the underside of the glove. She ran her a finger across the little rubber nodules and shuddered at their odd feel. Quickly she dropped the glove back into the drawer and made to shove the drawer back in with her hip. Something though made her hesitate and push it less forcefully than she’d intended, and so instead of closing completely the drawer stayed a couple of inches open; one finger of the ludicrous glove hanging out as if to mock her. Molly stared at it and found herself drawn to it. She blushed deeply at the thoughts that sprang to mind and tried to push them away. Disgusting thing.
She tried to snap herself out of it, truly she did, but it held her gaze and she found herself reaching once more for the odious article.
Picking it up gingerly between thumb and forefinger Molly carried it held out at arms length into the sitting room. She plonked herself down into her usual chair and gently dropped the glove onto her lap. She looked it and its ridiculous knobbles and found herself slipping into an internal diatribe.
She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t…and surely Muggle women didn’t?!
She’d heard about all sorts of Muggle devices, some of them even had wizarding equivalents, but…this?! Surely Muggle women didn’t use it for…well, why else would it have all those little bumps on it…and it was made of rubber…
Molly slipped the glove on and as she began to run her hand up the inside of her own leg she closed her eyes and guiltily thought of Arthur…
~fin~
Words: 715
Rating: R
Summary: Molly has a deep mistrust of everything Muggle…can an ordinary household object change her mind?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
Molly sat in the comfy chair in the living room. She was all alone as was the norm on most mid week days. The eldest Weasley children had long flown the nest and with the young children all away at school and Arthur working late again she was all alone. She sighed deeply. At least with the house empty every day she could make light work of her household chores and she had more time for relaxation. Equally so though, she had time for rumination. She hated being alone in the house and at times like these she really wished Arthur wasn’t so busy in his job.
Molly had never been quite at ease with Arthur’s interest in Muggle artefacts. She knew it was his job but his enthusiasm for all things Muggle often bothered her. She hated it when he bought ‘things’ home with him, she felt uneasy and despite how much she told herself the wizarding community was far more civilised and advanced than the non magical world, she still sometimes felt a little….well, uneducated. She was a wife and mother, she should know all the answers, have been there and done that. She should be able to envisage every obstacle her children might encounter, and be able to guide them through it. Over the years though it was becoming more and more obvious that they were far more aware than her of many things, that the traditional wizarding values were slipping - and her authority and security slipped with them. Molly Weasley had cause to find Muggle inventions offensive, intimidating even.
One such Muggle artefact bothered her more than most, and today with her anger and frustration built up within her, she decided to tackle it head on.
Standing up Molly took a moment to straighten her back and stiffen her resolve, and then before she could change her mind she strode into the kitchen. Yanking open a drawer she thrust her hand forward to grasp the offending article…for a moment she hesitated and her hand froze. Such a fuss about nothing maybe, no real reason to get so upset…she withdrew her hand an inch, hesitating, uncertain in herself. No. She’d had enough. No longer would her emotions be controlled by such stupid things. Quickly she thrust her hand forward and taking a firm hold grabbed her prey.
She held it aloft like a prize winning fish and it dangled before her in a not dissimilar way. Bright yellow and droopy she had her prize…a rubber glove. Marigold’s Arthur called them, although the resemblance to a flower was lost on Molly. Stupid, nasty looking things. She stared at it for a moment, wondering at the purpose of all those little bumps across the underside of the glove. She ran her a finger across the little rubber nodules and shuddered at their odd feel. Quickly she dropped the glove back into the drawer and made to shove the drawer back in with her hip. Something though made her hesitate and push it less forcefully than she’d intended, and so instead of closing completely the drawer stayed a couple of inches open; one finger of the ludicrous glove hanging out as if to mock her. Molly stared at it and found herself drawn to it. She blushed deeply at the thoughts that sprang to mind and tried to push them away. Disgusting thing.
She tried to snap herself out of it, truly she did, but it held her gaze and she found herself reaching once more for the odious article.
Picking it up gingerly between thumb and forefinger Molly carried it held out at arms length into the sitting room. She plonked herself down into her usual chair and gently dropped the glove onto her lap. She looked it and its ridiculous knobbles and found herself slipping into an internal diatribe.
She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t…and surely Muggle women didn’t?!
She’d heard about all sorts of Muggle devices, some of them even had wizarding equivalents, but…this?! Surely Muggle women didn’t use it for…well, why else would it have all those little bumps on it…and it was made of rubber…
Molly slipped the glove on and as she began to run her hand up the inside of her own leg she closed her eyes and guiltily thought of Arthur…
~fin~