heart of gold

molly prewett, 22, 11th year, gryffindor, defense against the dark arts majorolder sibling to fabian and gideon, going grey, total mom friend to all

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ameliabonesx·:

“Really? Really?” Amelia scoffed, looking at the other and shaking her head in disbelief that they didn’t even try to hide what they were doing. She was a Prefect afterall. “I’m standing right here.”

“Let it go, Ames,” Molly whispered over the shoulder of her friend, chuckling a little as she caught sight of the younger students making out. While it was something they should’ve kept to themselves, it was winter. Everyone was pairing up; scenes like this were to be expected. “They hardly notice you. I’d either dock house points now or just walk away.”

[maximacmillan]

🍺 hottest people in each house?

I don’t… really think about that? Hmm… maybe Adelia for Hufflepuff? I guess Molly’s not bad for Gryffindor. For having seen him shirtless before, think I have to say Otto for Ravenclaw. And Slytherin…would it be weird if I said my friend Stefan? Of maybe I should say Niobe? Yes, yes, I’ll say Niobe.

@wearyhevrted @eldestprewxtt @otto-bagman @stefanxxnott @niobebulstrode

[haleyjames]

You were not happy last week! About anything.

[safiyetekin]

🍺 who are the three hottest people at hogwarts?

“Can I just say myself?” Safiye asked before shrugging her shoulders and taking another shot of red currant rum. “Fine, I suppose I will answer. Molly is a hot as hell and i’d be sleeping with her if she wasn’t my best friend.” she began. “Okay, that’s one down. I guess I could say Lucius but maybe that’s weird because we used to sleep together. Maybe not, we’re still friends. Okay, that’s two.” Slender fingers wrapped around her glass for one final shot. “Can I say a staff member or would that be odd? I’ll skip and not say a staff member even if I think otherwise. Let’s go with Stefan just because his ego would be bruised if I didn’t.” @eldestprewxtt @malfoysluc @stefanxxnott

[eldestprewxtt]

🍺 What's your favorite thing about your best friend?

Send 🍺+ a question and my muse will answer drunk!

“Oh, mate, Artie is the bloody best!” Molly let a rather dopey smile fall over her features. “I’m a little distracted by the kissing right now, not g’nna lie to you, but you know what I love?” She sighs. “He’s such a kind idiot. Just tries to be the world’s bloody best person at all times, and I just… It’s nice.”

@artieweasley

[eldestprewxtt]

a secret santa gift !!!

Dear Phin, I hope you like it! Both are charmed with a warming charm, so they should do well to keep you warm this holiday season.

Best wishes, Secret Santa

@phinparkinson

[eldestprewxtt]

Molly had been having a fantastic Christmas. She’d celebrated with the family earlier, but had managed to talk her way into a free afternoon in the Winter Wonderland to hopefully see some friends. Spotting a familiar face, she smiled, wrapping her scarf a little tighter as she walked over, reaching for the person’s hand.

“--C’mon, let me buy you a drink. My Christmas treat.”

@finestra-starters​

[clairexparks]

I know you love knitting! Merry Christmas to you!

Your Secret Santa ( Guess me if you can !!! )

PS: Arthur is a catch!!! 

@eldestprewxtt 

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artieweasley·:

For a moment, it was enough. The light scratch of her nails to his back, the soothing feel and scent of her, the slow way their hug slowed his racing heart and frantic mind. It was alright. It was fine until reality said it wasn’t and his eyes, which had been squeezed shut, had to open as she pulled away. Still, he tried a smile and it was somewhat successful. “Careful,” he started to tiredly tease, “-or I’ll try to keep you forever.” Strained as the joke was, Arthur kept his arms around her and ducked his head, pressed soft, sweet kisses to both of her cheeks, to her brow before resting his forehead against hers. “I’m just having a tired and scared moment from the war and lost my temper for it.” His lips kicked up in a faint, wry smile. “It’s better, though, with you here.” Eased back only slightly, a hand cupped her cheek. “I missed you, how is your family?”

“Like you’ll ever be able to get rid of me at this rate, Weasley,” Molly teased, closing her eyes gently as he kissed her cheeks. Arthur being romantic was still new to her, but she found it was easier to fall into than she’d expected. Still, she wanted to make sure that their friendship didn’t fade into the background, so she didn’t push anything forward for the moment. Her smile fell slightly at his mention of the war, and she looked up into his eyes. “Artie...” She understood, though. The war being so near to them and their loved ones caused strain. And, seemingly, Arthur never went back home. “You don’t have to beat up snowmen when you’re scared, you know. That’s what your friends are there for.” She paused. “And me. You know I’m here for you, right?” She offered him a small smile, leaning into his touch slightly. “Oh, mum and dad appreciate my help around the house, I can tell you that. Apparently, I have a knack for cleaning charms. And... well, you know Fabian and Gideon. They haven’t changed much since you last saw them, ages ago.” She giggled a little. “But, honestly, I missed you, too. I meant to owl you the other day, but I figured showing up would be a bit better.”

[eldestprewxtt]

a molly prewett moodboard | 003 --> general musings, warm rusty tones & latin phrases

melius abundare, quam deficere better too much than not enough

@finestra-inspo

[eldestprewxtt]

jprxngs·:

“Yeah I know you are celebrating your holidays and all that good stuff but have you ever heard of Jamesmas? Now that is a holiday.”

@finestra-starters·

“Jamesmas.” Molly, having had years of dealing with the twins, found it hard to truly be phased by anything James and his little friend group ever said or did. Still, this was one of James’s more... James-centric ideas. “When exactly is Jamesmas, if I dare to ask?”

[finestra-secrets]

what's going on with molly and arthur, anyways?

I was under the impression that they were together. I overheard Arthur drop the M-word to Gideon, so they must have gotten really serious really fast.

@eldestprewxtt @artieweasley @thebestprewett

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chancedchaos‌:

Was Molly drunk?

Surely the world must be ending, Fabian was sure of that, for their sister to cut loose. Though, Fabian supposed Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match was enough of an excuse, considering they had been drinking as well. Fabian groaned dramatically at Molly’s question. “No?” they offered weakly, face sheepish. “Maybe a little?” They flopped onto the nearest couch, pulling Molly with them. “I’m just-Arthur told Gideon something-and he told me-and Gideon wasn’t supposed to tell you but I don’t know if I should tell you, because it’s not my business to tell you if he’s in love with you and I don’t understand it because how do you even know that at our age?” Fabian rambled, growing more frazzled with each word they spoke. They twisted their fingers together, fidgeting as they continued, “Like I can’t even like someone without wanting to run for the hills and he’s out here talking about marriage, Mols, like bloody hell.”

Molly only giggled slightly as Fabian admitted to maybe avoiding her, wrapping her arm around them as they flopped onto the couch. “Fabes, you’re my little sibling. Can’t avoid me forever. I’m far too involved in your shit at this point,” she joked, moving to ruffle their hair before realizing they were decently stressed about something. So, she listened. At the mention of Arthur, she felt embarrassment flush through her--the siblings knew before she had. There was a bit of joy that Arthur was close enough to Gideon to confide such a big secret in him, but also-- ”Arthur should know better than to tell Gideon anything. He can’t keep a secret to save his life.” She shook her head slightly, moving to stroke Fabian’s hair as she spoke. “He told me. Arthur did. Ten years... and I didn’t notice shit.” She sighed. “Let me tell you, I feel like a proper shit friend, I do.” However, one word from Fabian stuck out to Molly--marriage. Now, that hadn’t come up in Arthur’s love declaration, but it made since. Ten years was a long time to want someone. “It’s scary, him loving me that much. Not in the same way as you, Fabes, just... I can’t muck this up. He’s my best mate, and I love him so much.”

[eldestprewxtt]

artieweasley‌:

Arthur’s gloved hands fisted in the snow as he worked, as his mind wandered and was far from peaceful with the effort. He missed home, he missed the peace it brought, but his parents were scared, they were running with the excuse of a vacation while they could. He didn’t resent them, he couldn’t. It was a smart move, but it was one that left another hole in his chest, a fear further up from the back of his mind. People needed to be protected; not his just family but others like his friends. Like Molly. His fierce, heartfelt, beautiful Molly. It’d been too long since he could tease a smile from her, to try to make her blush and to try to steal a kiss here and there. Was she safe, was she having fun with family?

Like a prayer or a wish answered, there she was. Calling out to him after his bout of temper, approaching if the soft crunch crunch crunch of snow told him anything as he kept his back to her. It burned in his chest, not running up to her and colliding in a hug, but that heat in his vision was a danger sign, something he wasn’t too keen on her seeing anymore than the fear and the shame that lurked behind his temper. Did he want to talk about it? Yes, absolutely yes. But instead he turned sharply and looked at her. Furious words burned his tongue, full of fire and bitterness not towards her but the world, the fear that tainted every moment. It stung his eyes as tears welled up and he shook his head. He shook his head again and wrapped her in a tight hug, sighed a little as it - as she - did something to soothe him inherently. “Just a bit of fear and temper, that’s all,” Arthur finally mumbled as he nuzzled in.

Molly wasn’t sure what she was expecting from Arthur, but the hug he eventually gave wasn’t it. Still, she easily moved her arms around him, gently scratching his back as she held him close to her. Fear and temper. It wasn’t often that she’d seen her goofy, ridiculous friend genuinely upset over something, even as the impending war loomed over them. It always made it easier for her to keep up some hope, seeing him pressing on without, it seemed, a care in the world. She sighed gently in his arms, hoping that she could help soothe him as best she could. It was her turn to have some hope and let him have a moment. “You want to tell me about it? No judgement, I swear.” She pulled back enough to look at his face, offering him a small smile. “I have no plans for the rest of the evening, so I’m your’s as long as you need me.”

[eldestprewxtt]

bertiebertaubrey‌:

The wind was chilly, but with a jacket on, it really wasn’t all too bad. And while he could still get some fresh air without completely freezing, he might as well just enjoy it. Of course, he brought a book along, intending to enjoy the outdoor mostly by finding a quiet spot and reading. But the benches? Well, not the best spots. People always came around. But a further down by the lake, it was a lot more calm, and some of the trees had branches big enough for him to sit on top of. Which is exactly what he did, comfortably sitting doing before opening his copy of the Muggle book he’d borrowed from someone: Frankenstein. 

Bertram was quite caught in his reading, and with the weather being so good, he momentarily forgot just where he was. Shifting from his spot on the branch, he ended up slipping off. Sure, he tried to grip the branch, but physical stuff were not his forte, causing him to fall to the ground. He muttered a few words as he hit the ground, although none were quite audible. It was only once he tried to sit up that he noticed someone was nearby. “That was totally planned.”

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Molly had wandered away from the event, from the crowds, and back to the castle, looking for the few friends of hers who had stayed over the holidays. Namely, Arthur, as he’d seemed to stay behind while evading her notice. However, as she wandered outside in the courtyard, she found herself drawn to the Black Lake. Such a relaxing spot, and yet she never found the time to simply hang out along the waters anymore. With her schoolwork mounting and younger years counting on her, it was hard for her to find much time for herself at all. Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed a figure above her until he came falling through the branches, hitting a pile of snow on his descent. While Molly’s first response was to help him, upon hearing his response, she managed to giggle. “Was it? You planned to fall right in front of me, Bertie?”

[eldestprewxtt]

thebestprewett‌:

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Gideon’s hands were clasped together, the boy wringing them as he walked alongside his sister. He asked her to go to the village on the pretence of buying Charlie a gift. It wasn’t entirely false, he was useless at buying gifts but he also wanted her advice, he just sucked at asking for it. As they walked away from the bustling crowds, Gideon turned to his sister, clearing his throat. “Hey, uh, Mols.” Anyone could tell he was nervous, which was rare for the boy. He usually was far more confident. “I sorta need to tell you something, and uh - I kinda need some advice. If that’s okay?”

Gideon had been acting odd all afternoon, Molly’s usually confident brother seeming almost out of sorts. While she normally would prod him for information, she felt like he would tell her eventually. It felt like one of those times. So, Molly let Gideon lead them wherever he wanted to go, slowly walking away from the crowds. As he spoke to her, her heart ached to hear him sound so unsure. “Gid, I’m your big sister. That’s my job.” She offered him a small smile, trying to be reassuring. “Shoot. I’m all ears.”

[eldestprewxtt]

cfortescue‌:

It was always when you wanted to find someone that they became difficult to track down, but of course, it didn’t help that the school was filled with students of all ages decked out in winter clothing. Eventually, though, Charlie spotted the unmistakable Molly Prewett and took off in an instantaneous sprint so she wouldn’t lose her. “Molly!” She cried out, desperation in her voice that was unlike her usual bold voice. If there was anyone she’d be able to turn to when it came to worrying about her best mate Gideon, it was his sister, Molly.

 “Molly, please!” She called out once more, the adrenaline that had kicked in ignoring her need for a break. Charlie clearly wasn’t made for this kind of exercise. @eldestprewxtt​

Molly, in the middle of all her Defense Against the Dark Arts exams, felt like a zombie. Literally, the walking dead. She studied all night, took care of first years, and it felt like her only free time was walking to and fro classes, lunch, and her dorm. She was currently on her way to the latter, hardly hearing as Charlie called out for her, chased up to her. Only the slight desperation in Charlie’s please pulled her from her funk, glancing over at her brother’s dearest friend. “Char, sorry,” she apologized, letting the other girl catch up to her. She’d hardly realized how fast she’d been walking. “I’m just on my way back to my room. I swear, DaDa is going to kill me one of these days,” she teased, knowing that she was presently running on maybe three hours of sleep. “What’s going on?”