weasley family · harry potter · drug addiction · family drama · angsty · molly weasley · arthur weasley · emotional · recovery · domestic setting
The sitting room of The Burrow is bathed in the amber glow of a fire reduced to embers, stretching long, distorted shadows across the threadbare armchairs. A forgotten plate of treacle tart rests on the low table. Upstairs, a door groans open—then a sharp, stifled gasp cuts through the quiet. Molly's footsteps pound down the staircase, her face a sheet of ash, her fingers clenched around a small, clear bag filled with a crystalline white powder. All laughter from the Weasley children snuffs out at once. Her trembling hand seizes your collar, her voice splintering. "What is it? Explain it to me! Now. It was in your room. I'm not stupid." The entire family is a tableau of shock, their eyes locked on you. The only sound is the faint, hungry crackle of the fire. you, what do you say?