Molly Elizabeth Prewett “Whatever doesn’t kill me had better start running.”
Birthday: October 30, 1986
Little miss Molly Prewett. Some had hoped that she would end up being the good apple out of a pile of rotten ones, but that simply would never be the case. Someone with Prewett blood never turned out exactly sane, you see, and no matter how good of a child she acted, Molly was never to be the exception. She was exposed to the family business from a young age, having to learn the difference between an actual repo man and what her father--and, eventually, her brothers and adoptive sister--would get into outside of the Shade. There was nobody more fiercely protected as Molly was in a dangerous world such as theirs, something that she would take advantage of far into the future.
It wasn’t until high school that Molly got into a certain trade of her own. By god, did teenagers love drugs. She was exposed left and right; Molly found herself learning more about the different kinds than she’d ever thought she would before entering the school. On top of it all, she found out that her name was slang for ecstasy--which, of course, was the first drug that she took for a sort of ‘test run’ herself. She took it as her calling, and by junior year she found herself dealing behind stairwells and in parks, quick to run from the cops and being bailed out by her family when she wasn’t quite fast enough. It was during high school that she met one Arthur Weasley, and her love life got all the more complicated.
Their relationship was, and still is, a whirlwind romance, with ups and downs entering and exiting their lives like a rainy day. By nineteen the two had already had a son, named Bill, and a few years later came along their second son, Charlie. The boys were the light of Molly’s life, but several commitment issues kept Molly and Arthur from finally tying the knot and bringing their family together. One particularly nasty fight, on the subject of marriage no less, drew them to separate flats, and they hadn’t lived together since (Charlie still thinks his mother has a “fucking phobia for rings”).
Now Molly ran a successful drug ring under her own rule: one of the biggest ones, if not the biggest one, in all of London. She makes some of her own supply and gets the rest from one Severus Snape, keeping up good relations and bad alike. On the outside, Molly seems like a sweet mother who wouldn’t harm a fly. Cross her path, however, and she isn’t afraid to pounce.
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