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Molly homeschooling fic for kizmet_42 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Molly homeschooling fic for kizmet_42
Okay. I'm sure this changed rather radically from the version I lost the other day. I took the advice from the other thread and did it in a private entry--good thing, since I ended up getting interrupted a lot--but I resisted the urge to go back and tweak anything but the math (I messed up the ages the first time around). Going with the latest info from a JKR chat on the Weasley ages and trying to make it make sense with Hogwarts years, btw.

This piece is pretty much pure, unadulterated, Weasley-worshipping fluff.

"That's right! 'G' is for Ginny!" Percy exclaimed. "Good girl!"

Ginny beamed. "Good girl. That's two g's."

Molly smiled at her from across Ronnie's lines of sums. On the floor, the twins were drawing a map of Britain, and they looked up with identical encouraging smiles. "Very good, dear," Molly said. "And you should thank your big brother for teaching you that."

Ginny kissed Percy's presented cheek and gave him a hug. "Good girl Ginny," she said. "That's three g's."

"Don't forget gross and gibbering George," Fred said. "That's three more."

"It's four more," George said. "Fred can't count."

Ginny laughed.

Molly shook her head. "You two are supposed to be working on your map."

"Yes, Mum."


"Ronnie, if Ginny has three g's and George has four g's, how many g's do we have all together."

Ronnie stuck out his fingers, grubby with ink, and stuck three up on his left hand and four on his right. Slowly, he counted them. "Seven!"

"Good job."

"Really rather right, Ronnie," Fred said.

Ronnie giggled. "Funny finny Fred."

"Funny finny finey Fred," Ginny expanded, clapping merrily.

"Ginny," Percy said patiently, "those aren't really words."

"Perfectly purple Percy!" George got up and danced excitedly.

"And that doesn't make any sense! I'm not at all purple."

"Perfectly purple Percy, pawing potato pies..."

"Enough," Molly said sternly, seeing how red in the face Percy was becoming. "Back to your lessons."

"Loosey lippity lessons."

She raised an eyebrow.

George came over and kissed her cheek. "Marvelously mumsy Mum."

She tried to bite back a smile--the twins didn't need much encouragement to keep up with this sort of thing--but couldn't quite do it. "Back to work," she said, pinching George's nose. "Now."

"Nibbity nabbity now," he said, dropping down to the floor across from Fred and picking up a crayon. "Cribbly crabby crayon."

Molly checked Ronnie's sums one more time, then wrote out a new series for him. "You start here. I'll go help your sister."

"Silly silly sister," Ronnie said.

"I'm not silly!" Ginny yelled, then sat back on her high backed stool and preened. "I'm smartly sister."

"Superbly smartly silly sister," Fred agreed.


When she sat down beside Ginny, Percy gave her a long-suffering sigh and shook his head. "Children," he said in a commiserating way.

Molly pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and pursed her lips to keep from laughing. When the urge passed, she kissed his forehead. "Percy, why don't you finish reading the story I gave you? I want you to tell me about it later."

"I was helping Ginny with her alphabet."

"And doing quite a lovely job," Molly agreed. "But you need to do your own lessons, too."

"Lovely loopy loosey..."


Percy took his book--a story called The Adventures of Mibulia Mabulus, about a girl detective who solved mysteries in Diagon Alley--and curled up on the sofa to read.

"I want to read a story," Ginny said.

"That's why you're learning your alphabet, dear."

"I want to read a story now! Percy can!"

"Percy already knows his alphabet. What comes after 'G'?"

"I," Ginny said.

"No, dear. You're missing one."


"In the alphabet, dear, not in your name."

"Er..." Ginny bit her lip. "P?"

"No, dear."

"Why do the boys already know their alphabet and I don't?'

"The boys are older."

"I want to be older. Can you make me older with magic, Mummy?"

"No magic for you until you learn your alphabet. Then I'll give you a golden star. But I'm not going to make you older. I like you just as you are."

Ginny pouted.

Molly took her quill and wrote the alphabet on her parchment. She pointed to "H" with her wand (resisting the urge to make it glow or dance or do something interesting, since she'd said she wouldn't do a spell for Ginny until she'd learned). "What's the name of this letter?"


"Right! What's something that starts with an 'h'?"

"Er... hole."


"Hoppy, hilly, happy..."


"Mummy?" Ronnie said, frowning.

"What is it?"

"Is four-plus-three the same as three-plus-four?"

"Yes, well-spotted, Ronnie! Good job."

"And it's still seven," he said tentatively.

"It certainly is."

"And four-plus-four is eight?"

"That's right."

Ronnie laboriously filled in both answers. With a sudden flourish, he scribbled three more answers, almost illegible. "And nine and ten and eleven!" he cried excitedly. "May I have fives now, Mummy? I know all my fours. And I like fives. I'm five."

"You just add one more if it's five," Percy said wisely, looking up over the back of the sofa. "So instead of four-plus-three, it's four-plus-three-plus-one."

Ronnie's eyes grew wide. "You can add three numbers?"

"I can add three numbers," Fred said irritably. "I can add lots of numbers. Even when they're two numbers long!"

"Really?" Ron asked him, awed with this achievement.

"I can do it in my head!" George boasted.

"No, you can't!" Fred said. "You use a scroll."

"But I can."

"Can you?" Molly challenged him. "All right. Front and center."

George stood up.

"How many do you think you can add?"


"Seven. Well, isn't that a handy number for us?" She smiled. "If you added your age and all your brothers' and your sister's together, how old would you be?"

George swallowed hard. "Er... Bill is fourteen. Plus Charlie is twelve. They're... Twenty-six! That's very old."

"Terribly," Molly agreed. "Keep going."

"Percy is nine--"

"I'm almost ten! I should be ten!"

"You're still nine, dear," Molly said sternly. There had been many tears when Percy realized that, because of his late October birthday, he would be three years behind Charlie in school rather than the two he had serenely anticipated. She and Arthur had agreed to be firm about his occasional outbursts on the subject, though Arthur's idea of firmness was generally no more than a frown.

"Twenty-six plus nine..." George mused. "That's thirty-five!" He shook his head in amazement. "And then seven more for me, that's forty-two, and seven more for Fred--"

"Why do you go first?"

"I'm older."

"You are not. Mum?"

"You were born at exactly the same time. It was very special Don't-Argue-About-It magic. Go on, George."

"Seven more for Fred is forty-nine. And five for Ron is fifty-four, and four for Ginny is fifty-eight. We're fifty-eight all together. Is that older than you, Mum?"

"A bit."

"Is it older than Dad?"

"A bit."

"Is it older than both of you put together?"

Molly laughed. "Not even close, dear. Very good. Would you like a golden star?"

George smiled and nodded.

Molly waved her wand and conjured a glittering ball of golden light. It circled the wand tip, leaving a glowing trail, then floated over to George, who caught it on his fingertip and whirled it happily. It scooted up to the ceiling, then came to hover above his ear, following him back to his place by his map.

"I did all my fives by myself!" Ronnie said. He waved a piece of parchment. "Look, Mummy!"

Molly took the parchment and smiled at his large, scrawled numbers. "Very good."

She made him a star, which danced its way up his sleeves and alit in his hair.

"I want a star," Ginny said.

Molly tapped her parchment. "If you know what all your letters sound like, you may have a star."

"Will Percy have a star if he finishes his book?"

"I'm too old for stars," Percy said loftily.

"I don't want to be old," Ginny said. "I want a star. I can say my old letters."

"All right," Molly said. "Say something with an 'a'."


"Airy arty apple," Fred piped up.

Ginny giggled at this, and Molly smiled. The twins would finish their map later.

"'B,'" she said.


Molly looked at George. "Go on."

"Bill's bobbity boxy broomstick!"



"Chomping Chudley Charlie!"

By 'J,' Ronnie had started, with "Jumping jobs." By 'M,' even Percy had chimed in, with "Mad Mibulia Mabulus," and was mollified when Ginny herself rounded off his name with "peppity poppity" instead of "perfectly purple." Arthur Apparated home into this nonsense, and delightedly created something called the Zealous Zebra Zoo, earning him a round of applause for catching on so quickly.

Molly fixed everyone supper, letting Arthur entertain the children for half an hour. By the time they'd finished eating, her nerves were starting to wear--there were only so many times a person could hear "piping piles of potatoes" or "goody goody gravy" or "boring blooming broccoli" without going around the twist--but the little ones were starting to yawn widely, and the hands of the clock were moving toward "Time for bed!"

The twins put up only a mild protest. They would undoubtedly spend at least an hour playing in their room; Arthur, Molly decided, could take care of the repeated trips in to tell them to go to sleep. Percy, who had gained an extra hour on his ninth birthday, ostentatiously sat down with his book.

Ronnie and Ginny shared a room on the third floor. Bill had offered Ronnie his top room during the school year, but Ronnie was frightened of the ghoul in the attic, and of being so far from everyone else, though his stated position was that Ginny would be frightened without him. (Ginny had made an indignant face at this, declaring that she wasn't frightened of anything.) Molly and Arthur got them cleaned up and into their pajamas, and tucked them into their beds.

Ginny yawned, leaning back into her pillow. "Puffy-pilly-pillow," she said. "Slippy-sloopy-sleepy."

"Yes, dear," Molly said, kissing her forehead and drawing the blankets up. "It's slippy-sleepy time."

"Sleepy, slopey..." Ginny's eyes went wide with alarm. "Mummy, my star! You said I might have a star."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot. Here you are." Molly drew her wand and conjured a glittering gold star, letting it hover over Ginny's head.

Ginny reached up and touched it, smiling.

On the other side of the room, Arthur pulled down the picture of Bill and Charlie, and Ronnie patted it. "G'night, Bill," he said. "G'night, Charlie."

Molly smiled and held her hand out for the picture. It had been Bill's idea when he first went off to Hogwarts, leaving a photo of himself in one-year-old Ginny's cradle, "So the baby won't forget me." The baby had most assuredly not forgotten.

Molly gave her the picture and she kissed it soundly. "Love Bill. Love Charlie." She smiled and hugged the picture, then gave it back to Molly. "It's too bad Bill and Charlie are off at school," she said. "I think they'd like lessons."

I feel a bit...: good good

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shellebelle93 From: shellebelle93 Date: April 24th, 2004 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)
*sigh* I love it! Thanks!
volandum From: volandum Date: April 24th, 2004 07:37 am (UTC) (Link)
I can imagine Percy's somewhat disdainful reaction to his book.
chickadilly From: chickadilly Date: April 24th, 2004 08:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw, that's awesome! :)
From: falco_999 Date: April 24th, 2004 10:58 am (UTC) (Link)
It's charming. I really like your variety of fluff.
kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: April 24th, 2004 11:30 am (UTC) (Link)

Speaking as a homeschooler

Very nice job.

{looks around behind Fern to see if there are any kids over there}

I do wish my kids went to be so easily, though. Do you think Molly could make me a supply of those golden stars for use around here?

Thanks for the story!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 24th, 2004 11:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Speaking as a homeschooler

Oh, good! I've never watched a homeschooling session (unless you count my mom's frustrated sessions of "augmentation" of my public school education), so I had no idea if it would work even remotely like that. I'm glad it doesn't come off totally wrong.
wicked_dragon_x From: wicked_dragon_x Date: April 24th, 2004 10:45 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Speaking as a homeschooler

Oh, good! I've never watched a homeschooling session (unless you count my mom's frustrated sessions of "augmentation" of my public school education), so I had no idea if it would work even remotely like that. I'm glad it doesn't come off totally wrong.

Well, it really depends on the type of homeschooling, what the kids and parents are like, etc. I've always been a learn-it-myself type (I've taught myself pretty much everything I'm interested in), except for math, where my mother and I would sit at the kitchen table for hours and throw fits at each other until I got it. *g* The past year she's just given me a math book and told me to do it.
I know some homeschoolers whose "sessions" are very similar to the one in the story -- mostly the structered ones, with multiple children. If you think the Weasleys would have more structure, or at least would work better in that kind of enviroment, then it's fine.

... I feel weird for nitpicking homeschool details in a -fluff- fanfic in a fandom I'm not even into.

A note: I'm 15, American, only child, have been homeschooled since late 1st grade. An average "school day" for me is "Wake up sometime before noon, work on one of my languages, mess with the computer, watch a few documentaries, mess around on the computer, read". I also spend quite a bit of time with friends, including another local homeschooling family.
wicked_dragon_x From: wicked_dragon_x Date: April 24th, 2004 10:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Speaking as a homeschooler

And how impressive. I managed to misspell "structured" and "environment". *sighs* Sleep is needed.
chibisophia From: chibisophia Date: April 24th, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was an absolutely lovely story. ^_^ I love Arthur apparanting into the mess and giving off "Zealous Zebra Zoo" as an answer, that was too cute. ^_^ The whole thing with Ginny learning her letters reminds me of doing the same thing with my mom. ^_^ That was really adorable.
gehayi From: gehayi Date: April 24th, 2004 12:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
That's truly adorable. The kids are so cute, and Molly must be an angel of patience. I love the golden stars. So much better gilt paper with glue on the back.

And as someone with a September birthday whose parents had to tussle to get her into the same class as boys and girls born just a few weeks earlier (and WHY is September the cut-off?), I do sympathize with poor Percy and his October birthday.
calico321 From: calico321 Date: April 24th, 2004 07:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was so cute! I want to be a Weasley :D
maidenjedi From: maidenjedi Date: April 24th, 2004 10:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Absolutely affirmatively adorable!

From: anatomiste Date: April 24th, 2004 11:01 pm (UTC) (Link)

You don't know me, but I read some of your work on Sugar Quill the other day and today, quite randomly, I clicked on your lj link at the Harry Potter Gen Ficathon page (I don't have your ideas, by the way), read the above story, and liked it so much I just had to friend you. Hope you don't mind.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 24th, 2004 11:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Not at all. :) I like friends, and I'm glad you liked the story, too.
leelastarsky From: leelastarsky Date: April 25th, 2004 02:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Awww, very nice! Thankyou!

I have to tell you too - I finally sat down and read your 'Lines of Descent' over at Sugarquill. AWESOME. Deadset AWESOME.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 25th, 2004 12:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! (For both.)
thewhiteowl From: thewhiteowl Date: April 26th, 2004 08:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Ronnie *g*
That was so sweet! Couple of Brit-picks: 'gross' was not a word a seven-year-old in 1985 would have used. It's still mostly used as in 'a gross miscarriage of justice'. And Ginny wouldn't say 'it's too bad', she'd say, 'It's a pity'.

I like this sort of fluff. :-D
mafdet From: mafdet Date: May 20th, 2004 10:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooo, fluff. Yummy fluff. I love Weasley fluff, and this was just the ticket for me this week (finals and whatnot). Molly sounds like a good teacher, it's cute the way the kids teach one another - and "Arthur's idea of discipline was no more than a frown" sounds spot-on. It's pretty obvious Arthur is a softie with his kids.
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