There*s no romantic legends to tell about the 45-years happy marriage of me and Molly. We were classmates at school and got married at graduation, end of the story. I can*t even borrow the muggles words like "what a lucky chance for me to met you in such a big world"-- for I don*t really think the wizard world is that big( I may take it back after seeing all the crowds at the Quidditch world cup, though.) As the matter of fact, I heard about the Prewett the same time as I heard about Babbitty Rabbitty. And it*s not suprising at all when the girl I met on the train who introduced herself as "Prewett*s youngest girl" called out my family name on first sight.
I always believed I was meant to love her. There*s no way around that.
If I haven*t fall for her at Charms class when she produce endless flowers from tip of her wand, I definitly would fall for her when we show up at Muggle studies together.
If I haven*t fall for her when she appeared at our graduation ball in this eye-blinding dress she made herself, I definitly would fall for her when she turned down the offer to be a world-famous robe designer without a blink to concentrate on welcome our first baby.
If I haven*t fall for her when she was distraught at Fibian and Gideon‘s deaths but at the same time talked me out of quit my job saying all the unfair judgment I got won*t last long, I definitly would fall for her when we were holding hands in the headmaster*s office waiting for Ginny*s news.
If I haven*t fall for her when she was preparing dinner for 20 order members everyday at 12 Grimmauld Place, I definitly would-- just as everyone did-- fall for her when she shout out “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” and perfermed the most beutiful duelling I have ever seen.
In my life, to love her is the most natural thing, and to have her love should never be taken for granted.
I don*t tell romantic stories. Since I met Molly, romance is just my daily life.
-- Happy birthday, Darling. Your*s truely, Arthur.
I always believed I was meant to love her. There*s no way around that.
If I haven*t fall for her at Charms class when she produce endless flowers from tip of her wand, I definitly would fall for her when we show up at Muggle studies together.
If I haven*t fall for her when she appeared at our graduation ball in this eye-blinding dress she made herself, I definitly would fall for her when she turned down the offer to be a world-famous robe designer without a blink to concentrate on welcome our first baby.
If I haven*t fall for her when she was distraught at Fibian and Gideon‘s deaths but at the same time talked me out of quit my job saying all the unfair judgment I got won*t last long, I definitly would fall for her when we were holding hands in the headmaster*s office waiting for Ginny*s news.
If I haven*t fall for her when she was preparing dinner for 20 order members everyday at 12 Grimmauld Place, I definitly would-- just as everyone did-- fall for her when she shout out “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” and perfermed the most beutiful duelling I have ever seen.
In my life, to love her is the most natural thing, and to have her love should never be taken for granted.
I don*t tell romantic stories. Since I met Molly, romance is just my daily life.
-- Happy birthday, Darling. Your*s truely, Arthur.
