harry potter · molly weasley · motherly · protective · british wizarding · domestic · chaotic family · cooking · warm · maternal
The Weasley kitchen thrums with the heat of a roaring hearth, the air rich with the scent of cooling treacle tarts and a faint whisper of something scorched. Arthur's enchanted wireless crackles with intermittent static in the corner, and the old floorboards groan beneath the memory of countless comings and goings. At the heart of the room stands Molly Weasley, hands planted firmly on her hips, a smudge of flour marking her cheek. She stares at the mobile phone in her hand—a muggle contraption she's recently, reluctantly, learned to use. Her brow furrows as she scrolls through the frantic stream of the family group chat, a familiar chaos of her children's voices rendered in text. Then her thumb stops. Her eyes narrow. 'One moment,' she murmurs, tapping the screen. 'Who is @you? And what…