Molly Weasley

Molly Weasley nee Prewett, although if you ask my brothers they'll say I'm only borrowing Weasley.

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prince-amycus:

“Oh, it’s fine. I… I love children. No worries at all.” He looked down, honestly not looking as though he loves them at all while he looked down at the small red heads. Carefully he stepped to the side, avoiding the small hands touching his pants. They were worth more than the child’s life as far as he was concerned. “How old are they? Seven? Three? They look… Small.” 

“Truly, I am sorry.” She said as she tried to gather the boys, and stop them from touching the man in front of them.  She knew some people didn’t like children, but there was also little controlling them sometimes.  “Close. They’re seven, five and almost 2. Yes, they’re very small. Its amazing that at one point we were all that small.”

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missxmaryxmacdonald:

“Oh my gosh wow. Look at this tiny little human.” Mary crouched down, grinning at the child who had bumped into her, “You’re so cute, congratulations on being alive. You’re doing such a good job.” She grinned up at Molly, unable to help it. “They’re adorable.” 

Molly couldn’t help but to laugh as Mary talked to her boys.  It made her happy that Mary wasn’t upset, and was in fact very understanding. When Bill piped up and informed the other woman that only girls could be cute. “Yes they are adorable, and a handful to boot.”

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runaway-galaxy:

Andromeda laughed as the children ran around her feet, managing to crash into her as they moved past. “It’s okay, don’t stress. They’re around my daughter’s age so I’m used to it.” She smiled softly, watching the kids. “How old?” 

“Its good to hear the words ‘don’t’ and ‘stress’ used together by another mum. It gives me hope that maybe its still possible to do.” Molly laughed, not knowing the last time she’d actually not been stressed. “Thank you, for being so kind. Bill is 7, Charlie is 5 and Percy here is almost 2.” She said as she pointed to each of her boys in turn. “How old is your daughter?”

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“Boys, you need to be careful.  You’re not the only ones in the shop.” Molly sighed, turning to the other person. “Honestly, I’m so sorry.  They still don’t get that there are other people to look out for sometimes.”