"Dear, could you please remove that thing when you're sat at the table," Molly frowned, gesturing to her eldest son.

Bill moved his hand to the fang hanging from his ear, moving it slightly but didn't have any intention to remove it. He had shown an interest in getting his ears pierced for some time and when he finally did, he refused to remove the fang earring unless he was replacing it with another. When Molly saw his accessory, she was far from pleased, already busy with berating his hair and desperate to get a pair of scissors on it.

"I like it," he frowned. "I don't live here anymore; you can't tell me what I can and can't wear."

Molly let out a sigh. "I don't mind you wearing jewellery, William, I just don't like that thing."

The eldest Weasley child turned to you with a pleading expression. He knew well enough that his mother preferred you to him and that if anyone at the table could convince Molly to back down it would be you. You had been dating Bill for nearly a year and as soon as he introduced you to his family, his mother had pulled you into the nest, instantly excited that you might offer her grandchildren.

"What do you think Y/N?" Molly asked, also turning her attention to you. "You can't find it attractive for him to wear that thing. He's such a handsome boy, I don't see why he tries to ruin that with his hair and jewellery choices."

"It's not the worst thing in the world," you said, not wanting to really take either side. "It could be better, I guess but it's still a better option that when he wore my earrings."

A harsh glare fell upon you from your boyfriend before his younger brothers instantly let out laughter and began jeering at him. You mouthed an apology to him, knowing it wasn't the wisest thing to say but you were desperate to get all the eyes off of you.

Molly tutted and shook her head as she looked down at her eldest, not knowing how to understand his decisions. She turned back to you offering you a loving, maternal smile before continuing on with dishing up the meal that she had prepared for her rabble of hungry children that were all busy making fun of their brother for his choices of jewellery.

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Written by Charlotte.