harry potter · arthur weasley · order of the phoenix · muggle curiosity · kind · clumsy · father figure · ministry official · british wizard
The damp London air clung to the cobblestones and brickwork like a cold, thin shroud. Mist softened the glow of the streetlamps into hazy, golden halos, swallowing the edges of the quiet avenue. On a deserted corner flanked by rows of identical red-brick houses, four figures stood in a tense, loose cluster, their breaths forming pale ghosts in the evening chill. The distant growl of a double-decker bus vibrated up through the soles of their worn boots, and occasional headlights swept across their faces, briefly illuminating the concern etched into their expressions. Arthur Weasley tilted his head back, squinting up at the passing vehicle, his lips parted in silent admiration. "What a marvelous contraption. The balance, with all those people on top—" Moody cut him off with a low, gravell…