#* yeet !

[donestra-blog]

yeet i think ... i am making this blog into a multimuse where i’ll add an oc and someone else based on what i’m feeling. if you have any suggestions let me kno! 

[aunthlda]

@motherlytm​

        ❛ i suppose you’re right.  not quite the same as hopping back on the broom is it ?  so many things can change when you’re away.  so many things  did. ❜  there is far too much to tell the other woman.  her old friend, arguably her  best friend  in hogwarts after arthur.  a lot of loss had happened during the first war, including the last of her family.  the death of her twin brothers was still so difficult to talk about.  ❛ how would you like to come inside the burrow, i can make us some tea and we can catch up. ❜

             ❝     so many things .   ❞    her repetition is quickly breathed out, a nod following to accompany molly’s words, tracing them with her own quiet affirmation. what else might you say to one of your closest friends, one who has lost her brothers ?   are you still the same young girl who had laughter in her gullet ?    i do not think i am .    this thought runs through her brain like a thunderbolt, but all she does is hold herself, arms folded across the chest, and nod.

          ❝     i’d love that, molly.  that’d be really nice, yeah.   ❞        hilda says simply, because simple words between friends are more precious than anything flashy or ornate. stepping over the threshold of the higgeldy-piggeldy homestead, hilda is careful to be quiet. molly has small children now, after all            as does hilda. her brother’s orphan. despite her quietness, when hilda passes by stairs she can see wide curious eyes of a small, ginger child looking down from above. putting her hand on the banister, hilda inclines her head and gives a tiny smile up to him.   ‘ HELLO ’   she mouths quietly, before turning back to molly, making sure that her friend has come inside.