It was amazing to see Rob with the babies. He just loved being around kids! He would actually argue, like ‘Why do I have to keep giving away the baby to other people? I don’t get to hold her enough!’
A/N: This story was written for the March prompt of the @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge.
It had been a long, hard day at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic. Arthur Weasley had been busy with bewitched cutlery attacking Muggles at a furniture shop in Brighton from very early in the morning, followed by falsely distributed magical magazines telling the customers of a London bookshop their opinion about their hairstyles, and had finally finished his day with a short encore of the slime squirting postboxes he’d had to deal with in Manchester the previous week.
I love you sweet baby girl. I’ve surrounded myself by numb people. I understand. I feel your physical absence. I am alive. You’re real. Nothing else: just us baby girl
Cleaning out my room
Going through all my clothes and getting rid of stuff I don’t wear
Washing all my makeup brushes
Cutting out shitty people
Cleaning out the fridge and buying a bunch of fresh food
Buying office/school supplies and things that make you feel productive
Going to the gym and getting very sweaty
Forcing myself to put down my phone/computer and read or do something without technology
#1 thing that unfucks you is spending a night taking a bath with a bath bomb, listening to some music, putting on some body oil, then getting into bed with clean sheets and fresh pjs
