“Molly, I’m not sure about this.”
Molly glared at him. “Not sure about what, Arthur?”
“About––this,” he shrugged, gesturing to the Ministry wizard besides them with one hand, and the empty room with the other. When Molly continued to glare, he said, “I mean eloping. Maybe you’re parents are right, maybe you do deserve better––”
“Arthur Percival Weasley, I don’t care what Mum and Dad think. I want to marry you, now. Is that clear?”
“Yes, dear,” he said, weakly.
Molly smiled triumphantly, before turning on the Ministry wizard and asking why he had not begun the ceremony.