Molly Prewett

CURLS BOUNCING AT EVERY TURN OF THE HEAD, FIERCENESS IN HER GAZE THAT BARELY CONVEYED THE PROTECTIVENESS OF THOSE SHE LOVED, BOISTEROUS GIRL WHO WORE HER FAMILY NAME WITH PRIDE, AN ANGER THAT COULD BE UNRELENTING WHEN THE SPARK WAS LIT, WARDROBE FILLED WITH THE MOST WONDROUS KNITS, A GIRL THAT WAS ALWAYS ON HER FEET - RESTING WAS FOR THE WEAK.

[mcllyprcwett]

( zendaya coleman / cisfemale / she/her ) — was that  MOLLY OPHELIA PREWETT-WEASLEY passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of curls bouncing at every turn of the head, fierceness in her gaze that barely conveyed the protectiveness of those she loved, boisterous girl who wore her family name with pride, an anger that could be unrelenting when the spark was lit, wardrobe filled with the most wondrous knits, a girl that was always on her feet - resting was for the weak, which i suppose seems to fit that GRYFFINDOR - HOGWARTS ALUMNI. they’re actually pretty NURTURING, LOYAL, and BALANCED for a TWENTY-FIVE year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a FIELD AGENT - ACCIDENTAL MAGIC REVERSAL SQUAD at MINISTRY OF MAGIC. have you heard that rumor has it that PUREBLOOD is with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX now? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( ally / 26 / EST / she/her )

𝐁𝐈𝐎 & 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒.𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐒.

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wecsleys​:

     ❝   fortune   favours   the   brave,   dear,   and   the   brave   do   always   prevail,   ❞   he’d   heard   that   somewhere   and   saying   it   made   him   feel   smart,   and   molly   was   right,   there   was   no   way   the   son   they   had   right   before   them   was   going   to   be   anything   but   a   gryffindor   just   like   his   parents   and   uncles   before   him.   ❝   —   but   with   that,   the   brave   do   also   tend   to   find   themselves   in   the   most   trouble   at   times.   that   is,   of   course,   unless   he’s   like   his   mummy   and   finds   their   trouble   in   other   people.   ❞   he   wiggled   his   eyebrows   at   molly   then   before   ticking   the   sides   of   bill’s   stomach.   he   reminisced   about   the   night   under   the   stars   —   their   very   first   date   even   if   it   didn’t   seem   too   official   until   they   realized   they   could   never   leave   each   others   side.   

     arthur   enjoyed   the   sight   the   most.   watching   molly   carry   bill   was   probably   his   most   favorite   vision   in   the   world.   there   weren’t   two   people   he   loved   most   in   the   world   when   he   saw   them   together.   ❝   the   first   time   he   steps   foot   inside   honeydukes   will   be   my   bet.   i’m   already   imagining   bugged   out   eyes   and   spending   at   least   an   hour   in   the   sours   sweets   aisle   alone.   ❞      the   idea   reminded   him   of   his   own   childhood   and   fighting   with   his   brothers   over   the   last   chocolate   frog   on   the   shelf.   but   he   didn’t   want   to   think   about   ned   then,   not   when   they   haven’t   spoken   in   ages.   

     arthur   belly   laughed   at   molly’s   sad   attempt   at   keeping   her   ice   cream   safe   from   their   little   monster.   ❝   i   guess   that   just   means   we   need   to   stop   by   fortescue’s   on   our   next   date.   ❞   arthur   wanted   to   make   it   a   priority,   him   and   molly.   a   date   night   as   often   as   they   could,   which   was   helpful   with   the   free   babysitting   they   got   from   both   the   prewett   and   weasley   grandparents,   because   even   with   the   greatest   gift   they   could   ever   dream   of,   arthur   wanted   to   prioritize   themselves   as   well.   ❝   if   parent   of   the   year   awards   existed,   i’m   sure   we’d   beat   out   everyone,   ❞   he   smiled   as   he   brought   her   hand   that   was   squeezing   his   to   his   lips.   ❝   it’s   quite   odd,   don’t   you   think   ?   how   he   is   made   up   of   half   of   the   two   of   us.   he   truly   is   the   luckiest   kid   in   the   world,   ❞   arthur   grinned   as   they   watched   an   apple   slice   fall   from   bill’s   fist   to   the   ground.

wry smile etched at her lips, brows raising slowly as she listened to him -- chin perched on her knuckles as she watched him with a fascination that would never grow tired, “trouble -- that was quite wise” she mused, “-- and you’re right, nothing more daunting than facing this little one” she chuckled, tapping bill’s nose gently as he munched on his apple slice with a vigor. molly couldn’t help but splutter -- it was painfully hysterical considering it was on the topic of trouble -- oh the irony. “you can speak to how much trouble the brave find themselves in - remind me - my love, how many detentions was that in your third year?” she teased, “mcgonagall was growing quite fond of that pretty face of yours” playful was what she was as she sat up straight and looked him right in those beautiful eyes, “if mummy hadn’t gone looking for trouble -- the question is, would we be here?” she challenged, all it took was a starry night for things to change and as much as she had just uttered her rebuttal, deep in her bones she knew that he would have found her anyway. they had always felt inevitable.

“you think we could dissuade him with some good ol’ jelly beans? and i know - it’s evil, but truly the taste of freshly cut grass might buy us a few years” she conspired quietly, the mirth in her gaze as bright as the smile at her lips, “trouble - your fixation with the sour goods has always left me a tad concerned” she chuckled, shaking her head, “as long as he doesn’t burn a hole in his tongue with acid pops, he can spend as much time in there as he wants” she sighed, lips pressing against his little temple before she placed him in his chair.

her gaze softened at the mention of another ice cream date - by godric, it had seemed like forever since they had truly stepped out and maybe it was her own guilt and her need to be here for every moment - it was a miracle she hadn’t driven arthur mad, but as a father who doted on his son endlessly -- she knew she wouldn’t have to ever worry about him not getting it, he was there holding them both through the long nights and earlier mornings. “you know i could never say no to an ice cream date and i might have found us a new babysitter, frank was quite enamoured with this one when i bumped into him at flourish and blotts -- bill seemed to like him quite fine” she added, more than anything - frank looked like he needed a distraction that wasn’t work and a cuddle from bill had a tendency to fix everything. leaning over - molly couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his cheeky - nose bumping his gently, “thank you--” she whispered, sincerity in each syllable, “you’re busy and you not only find time for our family, but for us - remind me again, what did i do to deserve you?”

“oh, i don’t doubt it --” pride in her gaze, “we won that on month three when we had him sleeping for more than three hours --” gaze slipping to a fussy bill, slipping out of his grasp, she picked up another slice and handed to their curly haired angel, the fallen slice would have to wait -- the kitchen was bill’s battleground and she had to remind herself to not tidy it till he was done, instead she fell right into arthur’s grasp, leaning against him easily - “he might have my curls, but i see more of you in him” there wasn’t even the slightest bit of wistfulness, it had been a dream come true -- all she had wanted was a little arthur, “maybe the next one will look a bit more like me”

[mcllyprcwett]

mckmarl​:

What  she’d  never  admit,  to  anyone,  was  that  her  own  glorious  little  flat  was  a  quiet  place.  The  joy of  dorms,  and  maybe  even  home,  was  the  constant  patter  of  some  distant  sound  that  she  could  focus  in  on  when  she  needed.  That  when  Marlene  needed  to  say  something  she  could  just  turn  her  head  and  whisper  it  to  a  friend  who’d  giggle  in  the  dark  with  her.  Alone  she  could  say  whatever  she  wanted,  but  the  time  passed  and  what  she  thought  really  became  as  close  to  conversation  as  she’d  achieve  there.  But  that  girl  could  not  stay,  so  solemn  lip  turned  back  to  jocular  grin.  “Can’t  it  just  be  for  the  dear  love  of  knowledge,  Molly?  The  undenying  power  of  some  written  word  has  called  to  me,  of  course.”  

“Ah,  well  I’m  feckin’  brilliant  out  there.”  A  boast  which  she  claimed.  “Have  the  highest  hit  count  in  training  like  duelling  club  all  over  again.”  True  enough.  “Now  you  don’t  want  me  in  a  food  fight  at  your  lovely  place.”  Where  could  she  even  fit  in  the  domestic  -  back  to  the  children’s  table  most  likely.  Somehow  she  was  positive  that’s  where  her  parents  would  sit  her  while  she  could  watch  everyone  she  cared  for  grow  and  change.  Perhaps  she’d  be  stuck  at  sixteen.  “I  say  you  should  come  over  and  we  just  blast  radio  for  a  few  hours.  Get  out  a  good  shout.  It  would  be  good  for  you,  darling.”

“were you not the one that asked me what’s left to study for?” cocking a brow, “madam pince would be so proud” that was if she believed them to begin with, “what book has cast a spell on you? if only i had that beckoning -- this process would be so much easier” 

the smile that stretched her lips was big and bright, “i’m not surprised in the slightest” marlene mckinnon was fearless, the kind of spirit that she could see out there and succeeding -- maybe there was a time that molly had wondered if she had chosen the right path, that if her role had enough to keep her fulfilled and not yearning for adventure, but after bilius, she didn’t she would be able to do it - be able to go out there and be brave with a little boy waiting for her at home, “i’m so happy for you” giving her arm a squeeze. “i think we’re missing a food fight quite desperately, what if you could pie arthur? that might just be the highlight of the year” she teased, “do i really look like i’m in need of a good scream?” curious, “that might be worthwhile”

[mcllyprcwett]

frvnklongbcttom​:

frank had always wanted kids, there had been a time where he thought he would have them, he thinks briefly of alice now and the feeling tugs at his heart again. he used to daydream of what their kids would look like, thinking that maybe he could get some things right if he had one—he’d be better. he’d be the father that he missed so much. it’s bittersweet now, he pushes the thought away and smiles at bill tickling his little toes before looking back at molly. “he’s the best,” he says gently, and then talks directly to little boy, “we’re going to be best friends you know.” he laughs a little then, shaking his head. 

“i mean it.” molly and arthur were some of the best people that frank knew—their kid and future kids were so lucky to be loved by both of them, frank knew that he was just by being their friend. “want to adopt me?” he jokes. he had known that it must have been hard juggling wanting to be with your kid while also wanting to get back to a normal routine, either way he was excited to see his friend again back at the ministry. “well, i’ll greet you with a coffee then.” he didn’t know why he was always so surprised when people he cared about invited him over, but he was. frank had lived a pretty lonely life the past couple of years, he might have done it to himself but the fact that anyone wanted him to come over even if it was just to break bread together still had touched him. “i’d love that. can’t contribute much other than a bottle wine but i’ll bring an empty stomach and a smile. make me your guinea pig, though i’m sure your cooking is just fine, molls.”

“he already seems rather enamoured” she chuckled, if bill’s laughter was any indication -- she didn’t doubt that the two would be fast friends. she wasn’t sure if it was the wistfulness she thought she saw in his gaze or simply frank longbottom looked like he could be in need of a cuddle, “would you like to hold him?”. smile widening slightly as she peered down at bill who in turn was looking at him with a quiet fascination, “he doesn’t bite -- not anymore” 

“you know what - we might consider it, you know what they say about siblings - the eldest helps raise the next, if we adopt you - we can get a jumpstart” she teased, she didn’t imagine the next one was anywhere close and yet bilius had been a welcomed surprise. “i’ll take the smile and the empty stomach and perhaps you won’t be so excited once you’ve seen what i’ve conjured, but i promise - it’s better than last month” her mum had always made it look so effortless and as molly was starting to understand her own household and what she liked rather than comparing - less items were being burnt. 

[mcllyprcwett]

mckmarl​:

“Maybe  he’ll  always  think  that.”  Marlene  shrugged,  eyes  turning  back  to  the  shelves  though  disinterested  in  the  words  embossed  in  gold  along  the  spines.  Somehow,  she  bit  her  tongue  from  adding  some  other  quip  -  if  not  for  Bill,  then  for  Molly;  if  not  for  Molly,  then  for  Arthur.  What  were  her  words  on  parenting  going  to  offer,  after  all?  She  just  offered  back  a  grin  when  turning  back  to  the  old  friend.

“Oi,  well  suit  him  then,  yeah.  And  you”  She  popped  a  non-descript  one  into  her  mouth  for  the  show  of  it,  never  even  stopping  to  think  it  might  be  hair  flavored.  Bland  enough  to  swallow  down  though.  “Should  I  find  him  a  banana?”  She  questioned  quickly,  before  shaking  her  head  quickly.  “Right  no  beans  just  yet.  Been  working,  or  training  I  guess.”  Frequenting  a  bar  here  or  there,  slugging  food  off  Peter  rather  than  trying  to  cook  for  herself,  having  some  terrible  trouble  with  her  own  owl.  “You  know  the  lot  of  it,  Molly.”

“maybe --” wistful was what she was as she thought of him growing, let alone forming his own opinions, he was already a year old and she already found that time wasn’t her friend - too fast was what it was. her own gaze following marlene’s along the various spines - waiting for something to jump right at her, “you never told me what had you in here? fun read or did work give you homework?” 

“how’s training going?” reaching for one thousand magical herbs and fungi, she knew it was premature considering spring wasn’t knocking anytime soon, but at least  she could get an idea of what she wanted to expand her garden with, “are you at your parents? you should come by for dinner --”

[mcllyprcwett]

wecsleys​:

     he   wanted   molly   to   know   she   can   always   ask   for   help   —   that   she   should   when   she   needs   it,   because   merlin,   does   arthur   ask   for   it   too   often.   but   she   was   headstrong   and   unrelenting,   something   he   admired   so   much   in   the   girl   with   the   big   head   of   curls   that   would   go   against   him   in   the   gryffindor   common   room.   it   was   because   of   molly   that   arthur   picked   up   those   same   habits   —   unrelenting   in   his   desire   for   her   to   be   someone   more   to   him,   even   if   at   the   time   he   didn’t   deserve   her   one   bit.   ❝   nothing   i   mess   around   with   in   there   is   more   important   than   here,   ❞   he   replied   with   a   warm   tone   as   the   pad   of   his   thumb   brushed   against   the   heat   of   her   cheeks.   

     ❝   i   love   you   more,   ❞   he   whispered   as   her   lips   met   his   jaw.   his   vision   from   her   face   turned   to   view   their   son   who   had   finally   emerged   from   his   most   recent   hiding   spot   —   a   spot   that   he’d   now   take   a   mental   note   of   for   the   next   time   sir   william   decided   to   play   tricks   on   them.   ❝   a   brave   knight   he   is,   one   who   will   someday   go   against   even   the   toughest   of   creatures,   is   that   it   ?   ❞   but   now   that   the   mystery   had   been   solved,   arthur   made   his   way   into   the   kitchen   for   the   three   of   them   to   recieve   their   prizes.   giving   your   child   that   gave   you   a   fright   some   candy   probably   wasn’t   the   best   parenting   tactic,   but   it’s   one   that   arthur   knew   best.

     he   cut   up   a   few   apples   and   divided   them   among   two   plates   (bill’s   sliced   extra   thin).   the   best   thing   about   having   a   young   child   was   the   way   he   had   yet   to   be   introduced   to   the   greatest   of   sweets   to   be   had.   apples   and   other   fruits   were   his   sweets   for   the   time   being,   and   they   worked   like   a   charm.   ❝   it’s   a   good   thing   dada   was   here   to   save   mummy   while   you   disappeared   off   into   the   dark   forest   —   next   time   lets   make   sure   we   have   a   map   and   let   mummy   and   dada   know   where   you   head   off   to,   alright   squirt   ?   ❞   the   small   boy   nodded   before   getting   the   thinly   sliced   apples   placed   in   front   of   him.   arthur   then   took   his   own   seat,   offering   molly   an   apple   slice   as   he   did.   ❝   mystery   solved,   detective   —   i   think   we   make   a   mighty   wicked   team,   don’t   you   ?   ❞

nearly seven years and arthur weasley still knew exactly what to say to her -- it was as if he was right in her head - the quiet worries that had no business occupying her thoughts were silenced so easily, “it’s been a day” she admitted softly, the exhaustion of the day may have taken a toll on her,  leaning into him -- the warmth that he carried was undeniable, “i should have called for you” she admitted, as painful as it was -- on a good day, molly felt like a witch with endless possibilities - her to-do lists done, chores under the belt, if she was lucky bill had learnt something new, but on days were the owls got too overwhelming, work was demanding for an answer - her mum driving her a tad mad and a baby that was restless, she could admit that she might have needed help, “i’ll try --” her pinky up, playful smile toying at her lips, as if that was the only promise that was binding.

“impossible--” her eyes shone of mischief and a challenge as if he stood a chance -- if her life consisted of i love you battles and a boy whose fascination with hide and seek was never ending, her life was complete and utter bliss, she knew she was lucky - watching arthur move to handle their afternoon snack. she knew that not many had a home to come back too and these were the quiet moments that she knew she would remember. bouncing a giggling bill on her hip, “if he’s anything like his dada --” wiggling her brows as a cheeky smile stretched her lips, “i think trouble is going to find him, but bravery will prevail” peering down at the boy who seemed enraptured with her tale, “he’s a gryffindor - i feel it in my bones” words against his forehead as she brushed those curls back.

sitting him on his high chair that had been built with utter devotion, she sat herself down next to him -- watching carefully as he picked up his treat, “how long do you think we have till he discovers that’s the farthest thing from being the sweetest treat our world has to offer?” she whispered -- “he nearly got into my sticky toffee last week, i had to call it medicine and make it soupy -- you know how much i hate soupy ice cream” she sighed, taking the offered slice -- a soft hum slipped as she took a bite. she was beaming as he gave them a nod, "we make the best team --” fingers grasping arthur’s hand with a squeeze, “-- that and we created an angel” there were somedays she couldn’t bring herself to look away from bill -- pure perfection, “we made that” cheeky smile at her lips as she watched the boy happily devour his slices - try to feed molly fruits that young, and it was a different story entirely.

[mcllyprcwett]

kingsley-adam​:​

Kingsley had the day off, and was spending it with his niece. He’d promised her three new books if she could beat Elrond on his morning run and since she had, here they were. “‘Lo Molly.” He said, grinning. “You looking for something for Bill, or something for yourself?”

–

“Kingsley, hello” surprised to run across the older auror let alone see him with a darling little one, “bill’s got his tales of beedle the bard, it’s my turn to keep myself busy” 

gaze curious as it dropped to the little girl and then back to him, “i didn’t know --” she started, “is she yours?” she wouldn’t be surprised, everyone had their secrets and as much as she tried to be present for the order, there was much she didn’t know. 

[mcllyprcwett]

teddystonks​:

           ❝   is  papa   weasel  acting  up  again  ?  ❞   ted  jokes  with  a  bright  grin  ,  already  throwing  himself  onto  the  ground  to  be  within  grasp  of  the  infant  that  practically  cooed .   ❝ i’ll  remember  those  words  next  time  you’re  fussing  at  me  about  something  -  ❞  they  say  with  a  look  that  is  challenging  -  but  molly  was  practically  made  to  be  a  mother  .  even  before  arthur  came  along  did  ted  felt  that  molly  was  the  responsible  one  between  the  two .  

      but  now  they  are  practically  laying  prone  next  to  bill ,  one  gentle  finger  drawing  along  his  outline   and  only  jutting  their  tongue  out  when  the  baby  spared  him  a  look  .  ❝  i’ve  been  just  splendid  ,   truly  .  life’s  been   quite  mundane  since  taking  over  the  shop   and  hell  ,  it’s  a  nice  change  of  pace  .  ❞  the  daily  prophet  still  got  delivered  to  the  house  but  the  pile  just  collected  now  that  ted’s  father  was  no  longer  around  to  read  them  with  burning  curiosity  .  there  was  no  need  to  worry  about  such  senseless  things  like  the  missing  of  some  pureblood .  of  course  that  made  the  headlines  .  ❝  how  about  you  ?  besides  being  a  mother  and  all  that  ? ❞  

“however did you know?” humouring them as she cocked a brow, she leant against the table that had been a bit too worn out, but beloved nonetheless, she couldn’t help but beam at the sight of teddy’s excitement - “as much as i love to poke fun at papa weasel, he’s been a saint” she whispered, she couldn’t hide her awe even if she had tried - arthur weasley was a great father --  it wasn’t something she had ever doubted, but seeing him in that role was something entirely different. “i always thought i was his calm to the noise, but he’s become mine - he’s wonderful and the best person to play hide and seek with” she chuckled, enraptured by bill’s excitement -- as if it had finally registered that uncle teddy was in his presence, his dragon was no longer the center of his universe. “i’m not above being a hypocrite, teddy --” she challenged, with a smirk of her own.

“yeah?” she couldn’t contain the honest to merlin happiness she felt hearing that - she had been worried, she knew they were capable of making their own decisions and be responsible for their own happiness, but hearing it and seeing it -- it was a relief, “i can’t tell you how happy i am to hear that” waving the kettle off of the stove, sparing a glance at tea cups that were quickly filling. she couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked how she was doing despite motherhood and it wasn’t that she longed for it or gave it too much thought, it was just the past year -- bill had become her world, their little family was all she had focused on and she truly wouldn’t have it any other way, but their question was the reason why she loved them so dearly, “i’m alright?” slowly nodding as she pondered her own answer, “doesn’t sound too enthusiastic, does it?” her wand focused on the tray that had taken flight, setting it gently on the stool closest to teddy, “i haven’t really sat there much and thought about myself outside of this --” she admitted, “the closest i’ve come is agreeing to return to work in a week or so and even then -- i feel guilty” sitting herself down right across from teddy, her hands tickling bill’s little feet - godric, his laughter was her favourite tune these days. 

[mcllyprcwett]

mckmarl​:

Finding  something  truly  distasteful  was  about  as  grown  up  as  Marlene  had  felt  lately.  An  odd  sense  pride  washed  over  her  in  that  realization.  “Of  course,  you  never  know  what  he’ll  blame  you  for  after  that.  And  it  all  comes  back  to  a  Godric-be-damned  Warlock  as  over-active  hair  or  something  innit.”  She  grinned,  finally.

“That’s  the  scar  that  won’t  heal  up  you  know?  I  think  you  sharpened  his  teeth,  Molly.”  Marlene  couldn’t  bring  herself  to  hold  the  baby,  much  less  keep  eye  contact  with  him  in  the  room.  “Can  he  eat  candy  yet?  I’ve  got  some,”  hands  dug  into  pockets  for  a  small  pack  of  Bertie  Bott’s  Every  Flavor  Beans,  with  almost  hopeful  eyes  for  just  a  moment  she  glanced  over  from  Molly  to  the  little  one,  “bet  I  can  find  something  like  grape  or  banana  for  him?”  

“thank you for unlocking a new fear, marlene” she mused, her own gaze dropping to bill’s as she wondered how long till he did start blaming her for things, “is it naive to hope that he’ll continue to think that i can do no wrong?” the was the beauty of children, you were their heroes one way or another, these were the years she knew she would cherish more than anything --

“if anyone sharpened his teeth - it was arthur. if you think about it - it makes for an interesting story” it wasn’t lost on her that marlene hadn’t moved to hold him, it was amusing to see the daring woman be slightly out of the sorts when it came to a baby and she couldn’t blame her in the slightest - it was intimidating. “chocolate here and there - a lolly keeps him distracted, but perhaps no bertie bott’s for him just yet, i haven’t tested chewy with him yet and the flavour unpredictability - i don’t think we’re there yet” smile widening, “he won’t say no to a banana, but don’t go dashing off on me yet, tell me what you’ve been up to?”

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frvnklongbcttom​:

he had hugged her back, feeling warmth of seeing an old friend again, he had been in a bit in his head lately and that caused him to distance himself from people that he didn’t want to. it’s just what happened, it was better for him to try and tackle it straight on. “well, if you ever do want to take a night off you know i’ve heard i’m great with kids,” he says with a small laugh, tickling little bill’s foot. 

“i think you’re doing just fine. the kid’s happy and smiling and loved, it’s got two great people for parents. you really can’t go wrong.” and he had meant it, molly had such an aura of safety and warmth around her it was like she was meant to be a mother. “i would love to come over, it’d be nice to get an actual warm meal for once,” he jokes shaking his head. “i’m doing okay, work has- well, it’s been interesting. i do miss bumping into you in the mornings, i won’t lie and say i’m not excited for our little run ins again.”

“it seems like you are--” a chuckle slipped from her lips at the sound of bill’s laughter, the lolly no longer the object of his attention as his eyes set on frank, “i might just take you up on that --” she admitted softly, she couldn’t remember the last time she had stepped out without little bill and it hadn’t been something she’d been craving. if anything she hadn’t seemed ready, as much as her parents had countlessly offered - she knew how much they adored their grandson, but handing him off to them made her feel younger than she was. from the second she had heard his first wail - molly knew she could do this, she knew that arthur and her were going to be wonderful parents despite how young they were, it had been a choice she would make a hundred times over. leaning on a friend was less scary than leaning on her family --

“frank --” smile warm as she moved to give him a hug, careful of bill, “thank you” these days it didn’t take too much to get her emotional let alone the weepy side of things, overwhelming kindness was enough, and maybe it’s because he said exactly what she needed to hear, “he’s going to be a handful” she murmured fondly, lips pressing against bill’s forehead, fingers pushing away the curls he seemed to have inherited from her. “it won’t be too long” she promised, she had always spoken to their team lead, “if all goes well - two weeks from now is what i’m looking at and you should come over this friday, i’d love to test my cooking --” she teased, she had a limited audience and they were biased if anything.

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mckmarl​:​

Bookstores reminded her of libraries, but the smell of old parchment and even dust was comforting and familiar. The Hogwarts library was different from what she had access to now. “Think he might give you back his lunch if you read him Hairy Heart.” Terrible story, really she never liked it. But maybe an infant wouldn’t know that? It was still strange to see a little person attached to someone looking that young. 

“What’ve you still got to study up on?”

“the boy has a stomach of steel --” she chuckled, “but i’m not taking my chances and from what i remember - nasty tale. i’m not sure when nightmares start or if there ever weren’t there - i’d rather not be the one to give him his first” 

“nothing in particular -- just feeding the mind, surprisingly baby babble can only get you so far --” warm smile etched at her lips as she drew close to marlene, “care to hold him? he’s out of his biting stage- i promise”

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wecsleys​:​

     ❝   you’re   really   asking   me   that   question   ?   ❞   he   couldn’t   help   the   curious   grin   on   his   face   as   he   lifted   his   wife   off   of   the   floor.   arthur   had   just   come   back   in   from   some   time   in   the   poorly   made   shed   he   built   in   the   side   yard.   they   had   filled   it   with   random   items   that   wouldn’t   fit   in   the   burrow,   but   there   was   just   enough   room   for   arthur   to   put   a   small   desk   for   him   to   work   at.   this   time,   it   was   on   a   small   wooden   toy   for   bill   to   try   out   next.   ❝   wobbles,   should   i   be   curious   as   to   why   you   are   on   the   floor,   and   why   we’ve   both   now   stepped   in   strawberry   juice   ?   ❞   he   already   knew   the   answer   by   the   way   molly   appeared   a   bit   disheveled,   or   the   way   the   juice   left   a   trail.   

     and   so   arthur   decided   to   play   along   with   bill’s   newest   adventure.   ❝   oh   how   i   just   wonder   where   sir   william   is,   ❞   arthur   said   at   an   increased   tone,   eyeing   molly   before   giving   her   a   wink.   ❝   don’t   you   just   wonder,   dear   ?   ❞   his   arm   snaking   around   her   side   as   he   cheekily   snuck   a   kiss   to   her   cheek.   ❝   i   guess   we’ll   just   have   to   finish   off   the   rest   of   the   treats   in   the   cupboard,   won’t   we   mrs.   prewett   weasley   ?   ❞

“trouble - no” she protested as he hoisted her up so easily, “yes, you were working --” and that was another reason why she hadn’t bothered him, his quiet moments of tinkering as she battled little bill’s energy, he deserved that -- her husband was perceptive. even when she had been so sure of that he had his oblivious tendencies, it seemed like no matter what - he was always tuned in on her and in moments like these, she was mortified to say the least. cheeks flushing in embarassement, because truly what kind of mum misplaces their child - even if it’s for a second and in the comforts of home. the one thing molly had learnt in that last year is parenthood came with a lot of mistakes and it was toiling away at her, but the difference was not every one had a partner like arthur weasley. 

fingers swiping away at the stray tears, because no one could ease her in like he did - sappy as she was most days as arthur’s tone rose with the teasing question, “well darling, sir william was battling his dragon right over here -- but he must have gone off to save another village” her tone matching his, laughter soon escaping her lips at the sight of his stuffed dragon - the poor thing’s ear was coated in his strawberry juice. she wrapped her arms around him - her lips pressing against the jaw she could easily reach, “i love you” three soft words that couldn’t even begin to explain the gratefulness -- the kindness and the love the man represented to her. 

what seem to be a quiet moment could only be interrupted with the best thing they’ve ever done, “nooo --” a soft roar from what sounded to be behind their couch, “dada -- nooo” molly’s eyes brightened as she tugged away to find their little culprit eagerly trying to climb from beneath the couch, “come on lovey, you gave mummy a scare -- who else was going to save me from the dragon? you can’t go disappearing like that --” as if the logic would matter to the little boy now eager for his sugar high. 

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nedweasleys​:​

As a rule, Ned isn’t much of a reader. The only reason he’d even bothered setting foot inside Flourish and Blotts was to see if the new Quidditch Illustrated calendar had dropped yet, and even then it’s because he knows his own picture is attached to the month of August - for his birthday, as the photographer had cheerfully pointed out.

He’s making a show of browsing the shelves, slowly making his way over to the selection of calendars, when he hears a familiar voice. “Molly,” He blurts out, knowing that he’s already entered her peripheral and that it’s too late to pretend they haven’t seen each other. It’s been ages… not since the wedding. Not since before the baby balanced on her hip was born.

perhaps she thought her eyes had been deceiving her when she had first caught a glimpse when she stepped into the store, but then bill had been tugging on one of her curls and before she knew it - he had been gone. hearing the  familiar voice - she was sure she hadn’t gone mad, “Ned” she murmured, soft smile at her lips --  feeling a bit out of her element, she would normally smother him in a hug, but it hadn’t been lost on her how she hadn’t seen him since the wedding, how Arthur never spoke of him any more and when she did - or tried, his mood would sour and she couldn’t bare to see those eyes ridden in sadness --- 

clearing her throat, fingers lost in bill’s curls as she mustered what to say, “how are you?” she questioned, that was polite, wasn’t it? she’d be an arse if she didn’t ask, and she was curious -- “are you looking for something in particular?” she was a bit startled to see him in a bookstore nonetheless. 

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frvnklongbcttom​:​

he had lost track of alice in the crowd, they were on a lunch break and if he was being honest still spending so much time with her now that they were partners was something that was a bit overwhelming for him. he had told her that he was going to take a moment to himself and maybe grab something from somewhere else but if he were being honest—he had wanted to get a quick smoke before they got back to it. he knew that he would eventually have to eat something but his nerves were making it hard to even think about food right now with the amount of stuff they had needed to do today. what he wasn’t expecting to see was molly—it had been a while since they had last had a chat and if he were being honest he missed seeing her around.

he puts the cigarette out and quickly follows her into the bookstore, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just been a while since i’ve seen you and little bill.” he smiles down at the baby, it was hard to believe that a lot of his friends were now finally starting to have children—something that he had once upon a time wanted but couldn’t see happening anytime soon. “how are you? motherhood suits you.”

it wasn’t that she scared easily - they were in broad daylight, in a bookstore nonetheless, and yer her senses had been all off -- she’d like to think that she would have turned around so easily before, but she was distracted, “frank --” hand to the heart as a genuine smile stretched her lips as she gave him a hug, careful of little bill, “a mix of busy and bored? is that possible? there are moments were i’m in over my head and i haven’t even started work again and then there are moments where i’m losing my mind utterly bored - i even envy arthur sometimes” she admitted with a chuckle. 

“thank you -- i think i’m getting the hang of it” frank had always been kind, she had missed him dearly -- “you should come over, we haven’t seen much of you lately. how are you doing?” 

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“how about The Tales of Beedle the Bard, then?” she asked, as if she was going to get an answer from bill who sat perched on her hip, rather content with the lolly she had pacified him with, “that should keep us entertained, yeah?”. bundled up for the fall bustle of diagon alley, they had slipped right into flourish and blotts after their quick stop at sugarplum’s sweet shop. 

“now we just need to find something for mummy” she sighed, fingers tracings the spines of the books - too many options, she hadn’t realize that she had company. 

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teddystonks​:

        at  least  this  time   ted  had  the  sense  to  send  an  owl  towards  the  burrow  ;  a  result  of  their  last  and  a  crying  infant  but  he  still  manages  to  be  blind -sided  by  a  hug  when  the  door  barely  opens  .  ❝   it’s  been   barely   a  week  ,  ❞   still  a  week  too  long  these  days  since  so  much  tended  to  happen  in  a  short  time  span  .  he  would  visit  more  often  if  he  could  but  with  the  ways  things  had  been  at  home  with  their  mother  -  ❝  what  - bilius  has  you  worn  out  ?   uncle  ted  can  be  shared  ,  i  promise  .  but  rest  assured  ,  molly  ,  you  were  my  favourite  first    ❞  

“when you’re keeping a one year old entertained - a week is forever” she whispered, as if little bill could actually hear them. rolling her eyes -- the smile that stretched her lips was a fondness that only teddy tonks could muster out of her, “not yet --” she stated with pride, “it’s been hard, all good things are, aren’t they?”

“of course i am-- i won’t tell the other two” she promised as she tugged them in - saving the burrow from the brisk breeze, “your second favourite weasley is sitting on the blanket if you want to go entertain him” glancing back at little bill who still peacefully sat on the blanket gnawing on his stuffed dragon. “how have you been, love?” placing the kettle on the stove with a flick of her wand.