Arthur Weasley was well liked among his housemates, even those in different houses, due to his friendly nature. Never wanting to see someone upset, Arthur was the first to try and make them smile, usually through humor or going on one his rambling theories for a certain muggle object.
When one day when he coming across a very disgruntled Molly Prewett, Arthur dug his hands into his satchel, and pulled out a bright yellow object. He put the object in Molly’s face a squeezed, creating a high-pitch squeaking noise.
“It’s a rubber duck. Muggles LOVE them. I just can’t quite figure out why. It just sits there. I’ve tried a few spells to make it more interesting-squeaking whenever someone says “bloody”, getting it to say “bloody” in lieu of squeaking, changing colors with the weather, but of course Muggles can’t do that with their’s because…well, they’re Muggles…”
Molly threw her head back and laughed, completely forgetting why she was mad in the first place.
