Molly Weasley

Don't fear the lion. Fear the Lioness. 

[littelionmolly]

prwttgdnn·:

Gideon knew Molly was right about the scoop. There should be a scoop. But he also knew his sister well enough to recognize that this wasn’t just about the absence of a scoop. “I can ask someone if they have an extra,” Gideon said. “For the next poor soul who comes in to buy tea. And for the principle of it,” he said. He put a voice on to mimic his sister. “Since there is supposed to be a scoop.” His mouth about dropped as she continued to speak. “Four colds? I mean I’d imagine headache would be a symptom of a cold, yes,” he joked though he knew what she meant. “Is there anything I can do to help? You know, besides the tea scoop.” Gideon laughed. “I know how to make tea,” he insisted, but then he trailed off. He’s sure he could, he just didn’t find him making tea often. “Just wandering about. I feel like I have even less patience for sitting about these days. If you thought that was even possible.”

Molly narrowed her eyes at him as she picked up on the mockery. “I hear that tone in your voice and I don’t quite appreciate it at this moment.” Letting out an audible huff, she put her hand on her hip and nodded. “Yes, find an extra scoop. Make sure no one else gets stuck in this predicament. What if a poor child from Hogwarts comes in? They’ll use their hands and then it will just be anarchy.” She knew she was being extra dramatic, but at the moment she didn’t quite care. “If you’re about to tell me that you have a headache and think you’re coming down with a cold, I sure hope that you don’t think you’re coming to my house to get rid of it. And if you want to, you’ll be sharing a room with Ronald as he sniffles and cries all night long.” Shaking her head, Molly smiled half halfheartedly at her brother. His offer to help, making her mood improve ever so slightly. “No, there’s really nothing anyone can do. Just a matter of balancing time with them all and trying to not let the germs spread like wildfire.” Nodding, Molly knew exactly what he was thinking. She herself struggled with sitting still. It would let her mind wander and end up in places and scenarios that didn’t need to be imagining. “Well, would you like company on your wander?”

[littelionmolly]

evil queen & iago

EVIL QUEEN - What would your muse give up if it meant they could take revenge on their worst enemy?

At this point in her life, Molly doesn’t really believe that she has a worst enemy. Unless you count Voldemort. But there are few things that she would give up. I guess if there was one thing, it would be magic. As she knows she would be able to still live without it, it would just be an adjustment period. 

IAGO - What’s your muse’s least favorite food?

Seafood. 

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SCAR

SCAR - Does your muse make promises they can’t keep? How often?

If you are an adult, then no. Molly works very hard to live up to other people’s expectations and to not let them down. She doesn’t promise results unless she fully believes that she will be able to make them happen. 

However, if you are one of her children, then it happens very frequently. One thing that she learned early on in motherhood was that it was easier to give into her children’s demands if they promised good behavior and then later back track on her own promise claiming that they hadn’t lived up to their end of the bargain. 

[littelionmolly]

CRUELLA DE VIL - What is your muse’s fashion style?

Molly is all about chunky sweaters and jeans. They are generally sweaters that she has made herself, trying her best to save money where they can. She rarely wears jewelry outside of her wedding ring. However, if Arthur gifts her any she does make and effort to wear it and show it off. Very casual fashion. 

[littelionmolly]

marloweprewett·:

MARLOWE

Marlowe hadn’t known where else to go. 

Upon hearing the news of both Harry and Amycus, Marlowe was certain she would break. The pain in her chest was raw. Every movement, every thought, every breath nicked it, causing the redness to spread. Before Marlowe knew it, she’d thought to apparate, and ended up at the Burrow. Of course, she’d thought of home and here was where she’d ended up. The tears had finally stopped, but even so, Marlow felt like she was walking through the grass in a daze. 

Molly soon appeared, and all of the stubborness that had held the tears back broke. At the sight of her sister, with her wand out-stretched, fearing for her family’s life, Marlowe suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Molls,” she croaked out, before the tears started and she couldn’t stand anymore. They streamed down her cheeks, dropping onto the grass. “He’s dead. He’s dead and I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” The reality of what she was admitting hadn’t quite hit her yet. All Marlowe cared about was seeing her sister; all she needed right now was a warm hug and a reminder that life will go on, even if the world felt as though it were crumbling down around her.

Who knew Amycus Carrow could make her break without even doing anything at all. 

It took everything Molly had to not scream at her sister. If it wasn’t for the sleeping children, Molly would have let her have it for the fright that Marlowe had just given her. But the tears that sprung to her sister’s face made all the anger in her subside instantly. 

Pocketing her wand, it took only a few strides for Molly to get across the room and wrap her arms around her sister’s shoulders. Steering her towards a plush chair in the living room, Molly rubbed Marlowe’s shoulders absentmindedly and made soothing noises similar to those that she makes for Ginny when she gets fussy. Speaking softly, Molly knelt in front of her sister and rubbed her thighs trying to calm her. “Tea? Lets get you some tea. Tea makes things slightly better.” Waving a wand, Molly summed the chipped tea set from the kitchen and let it pour itself before handing a cup and saucer to Marlowe. “I need a little clarification Mar. Are we crying over the Potter boy?”

[littelionmolly]

accepting all

[littelionmolly]

WHO: Molly and Marlowe

WHERE: The Burrow

Wiping her brow, Molly tried her best to ignore the dirt that she was sure she just spread across her forehead. It was a rare moment of peace in the burrow, with all of the children hitting nap time all at the same time. Generally, one would be going down as another would be coming up. This one wanting a snack, that one wanting to play. Never on the same schedule though. Taking advantage of the spare time, Molly had stepped out into the garden to make sure that everything was still growing well and not completely out of control. Not to mention it was allowing her a bit of time to get her thoughts to herself. There was something about watching a family lose a child that breaks your heart and makes you hold your children a little bit closer. She had wanted to grieve for them and protect her red headed babies all the same. 

Pushing herself up off the ground, Molly tilted her head at the faint sounds of someone walking across the grass in front of the house. She had spent so much time thinking about losing children, had she manifested it as a possibility? Moving as quickly as she could, Molly pulled her wand out of her pocket and ran into the house ready to confront whoever might be there waiting for her. 

[littelionmolly]

prwttgdnn‌:

Gideon sometimes joked that if someone had red hair, he must be related to them. It was an exaggeration, of course, but sometimes it felt true enough. With his siblings and then Molly’s growing family of red-headed children, it was certainly easy enough to spot his family in a crowd. It made him happy that this time, he was right. The red head in the shop he had wandered into - really out of boredom rather than for a purpose - happened to be his eldest sibling. “Merlin, I haven’t a clue,” he answered sarcastically as he came into her view. “It’s not like we have magic.” He chuckled, but was sympathetic. “Okay, scale of 1 to 10, how rough was your day? I’d wager an eleven based on how frustrated you are at tea leaves right now…And not in a Divination way.”

Had anyone else of come around the corner with the same sarcastic tone, Molly might have had some choice words for them. Her patience had washed away with the dish water that morning. Yet, the man that came around the corner was one the few people in the world that could escape her wrath relatively unharmed. For the most part. Waving one hand in front of the display Molly shook her head at his suggestion to use magic. “But there is supposed to be a scoop. That’s the main part of the problem here. There is supposed to be a scoop.” Shaking her head slightly, she pulled out her wand and waved it just enough to get the leaves moving and turned back to her brother, the jar filling itself. “An eleven would definitely be a good starting point. The boys are all at home with a cold. Four snotty children. Do you know how much of a headache that can cause?” Letting out a small laugh, she paused. “Now that I think about it I think I would rather be frustrated with Divination. And those are words I never thought I’d say.” Grabbing the now full jar, Molly turned her full attention to her brother, narrowing her eyes, “Why are you in the tea shoppe? I don’t know if you even know how to make your own tea.”

[littelionmolly]

WHO: Molly and anyone

WHERE: Hogsmeade

“Are you joking?” Molly said to no one in particular. Running a hand across her face, the red head pursed her lips briefly while staring at the selection of tea in front of her. It looked as if someone hadn’t thought to restock it in days, and with four of the seven children at home suffering from colds, there was no way she was able to head back without something to cure it. She had already let it get too far as it was. Four children sick was more than any one person should be handling, but it definitely couldn’t reach herself or Arthur and spread through everyone else. Clicking her tongue, she reached for an empty jar and decided that she would create her own blend and maybe it would work just as well. Yet, as she went to scoop the dried leaves into the jar she realized that the scoop was missing as well. What kind of state was this shop trying to function in?! Raising her voice ever so slightly, she called out to anyone that was listening. “Oi! Does anyone know how to get the tea into this jar... in a sanitized manner.”

[littelionmolly]

pettergrew·:

WHO: Wormtail and YOU?

WHAT: Awkward conversations tbh

WHEN: after Bella and Ally killed Harry :/

WHERE: outside the Ministry

WHY: Why not?

Peter hated being alone, but he hated the idea of having to talk to - just about fucking anyone - more. He knew he couldn’t avoid everyone forever, but he could die trying. Unfortunately, as he was walking out of the Ministry, he saw a familiar face. His fight or flight instincts kicked in but he ignored them in favor of attempting to have an actual conversation. Like an actual human being and not the walking dumpster fire he felt like. “You don’t want to go in there,” he teased halfheartedly, glancing over his shoulder towards the Ministry doors. “Someone dropped a few dungbombs so I snuck out.” Okay so maybe he was the one who did it, but nobody had to know that. He was looking for a quick escape and walked right into trouble.

Walking along with the smaller of the Weasley children, Molly headed straight for the Ministry. She had stopped into London briefly to do some shopping and had figured that since she had the time now that Bill was old enough to babysit the older children she would stop in and see her husband. It had been quite some time, twelve years to be exact, that she had shown up at the office for a surprise lunch. But in this day and age, she assumed they all needed a little joy in their life. Clutching Ron’s hand a bit tighter as she started up the stairs, trying desperately to not drag him literally up the steps. She jumped ever so slightly when she heard Peter’s voice, having been in her own little world. Frowning, Molly furrowed her brow. “Well darn. That ruins all my plans for the day. With the state of the world, you’d think people have better things to do than torment the ministry.”

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