#d:molly

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❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty @xmollyweasleyii

      Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Colin’s blue eyes lazily followed the pendulum of the large Grandfather clock that rested against the back stone wall of the Gryffindor common room. Maybe if he watched it for a little while longer he could completely forget about the two essays that lay strewn across the table in front of him, half-completed. Leave it to Professor Longbottom to schedule him to double rounds on the night before all of his homework was due. It was at times like these where Colin seriously questioned his decision to become a Prefect. The common room was completely empty as it was the middle of the night and most, if not all, of the students were tucked away in their rooms. Lucky bastards. 

      Colin felt his thoughts begin to drift when he suddenly heard a noise from behind him, near the entrance portal. He shifted slightly in his seat to face the newcomer, who walked right past him, her face covered by a stack of books. From what he could make out, she had beautiful, long black hair and a slender body to match. Just as she neared the couches, the girl stumbled on the large rug and dropped half of her things onto the wooden floor. Colin was about to jump up and help her out when the girl bent over, nearly exposing herself beneath her tight, and far-too-short skirt. Stopped in his tracks, a slight grin spread across Colin’s face as he let out a low cat-call whistle. Maybe it was his exhaustion that had caused him to throw aside his manners and call out to her. But either way, he couldn’t resist the sight that lay before him. She was gorgeous, or at least her backside was. He silently wondered how he hadn’t noticed the girl before.

       As soon as his whistle rang out in the dark room, the girl whipped around and stared at him with piercing brown eyes. “Oh, shite...” Colin immediately felt  his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Out of all the girls it could’ve been, of course it was Molly Weasley. “Colin.” Her words were ice-cold, as if she could murder him on the spot with only her voice. “Hey. Mols. Now look. I didn’t mean it, alright? I swear. I didn’t know it was you.” Colin replied, clambering backwards as he tried to distance himself from the girl. He was in for it now. 

    “Colin Finnigan. You pig!” Molly shrieked , dropping the rest of her books as she pulled out her wand, aiming it straight at his chest. “You scum. You filthy roach.” She growled, marching in his direction until she stood directly before him, causing him to fall back into his seat at her mercy. “I swear. If I catch you doing something like that ever again. I won’t hesitate to hurt you. Got it?” Colin could do nothing but nod, his eyes darting between the girl and the wand that was now inches from his nose. After a few moments, Molly took a step back and righted herself, stowing the wand back into her pocket. Her anger quickly faded and her scowl was replaced with a thin smile. “Now get up and help me with these books, will you? They can’t carry themselves.”

[vindicem-mary]

“You look like you put the Three Broomsticks out of business.”

Thanks mom.

The thought ran through Mary's head, though she was wise enough to bite her tongue. Molly didn't deserve the backlash of Mary's disoriented anger and annoyance, though that didn't mean she didn't feel those things. 

"I can't say I didn't try." She slumped, letting her fingers circle the rim of her glass, unwilling to make eye contact with Molly, despite the fact that she could feel her gaze pressing hard on her. Molly had looked at her like this, and every single time she did, Mary wanted to scream at her to stop. Molly was worried and concerned, things that anyone who even payed an ounce of attention to Mary should feel. She was a freight train barreling down faster than she or anyone else for that matter could control. 

Mary could hear Mary sigh, and new she was in for one of Molly's caring lectures, but she wasn't in the mood for it. "You know that's not going to help." Molly trailed, her voice soft and motherly. Mary cared for Molly, she really did, and the sincerity in her voice was almost enough to make Mary put down the class and sleep off the alcohol, but rarely did Mary ever do the right thing. 

"You think I don't know that?" Mary snapped, immediately wanting to take back her tone and apologize, but her fire was being fueled, and Mary couldn't stop. "Do you honestly think I wouldn't be able to have learned that by now? I'm not an idiot Molly, and I'm not spending my night drinking so I wake up better the next morning. I'm drinking so that I can stop feeling. I'm drinking so that for one bloody second, I can pretend that ever moment I'm alive it's not all hurt and death and doom. Alright? So spare me the heart felt lecture, because you'll killing my buzz." She stood abruptly, taking a bottle of whiskey and her glass with her, and leaving Molly at the Orders kitchen table alone. Mary left the room, pausing to lean against the wall to listen to what Molly would do next; maybe she would call another member in to discuss Mary's inevitable intervention, or maybe she would mumble under her breath about how Mary was a lost cause. I weak, reckless, link to the Order, but Molly simply remained at the table. 

Molly was a better person than Mary, not that it took a genius to know that. Molly genuinely cared when others didn't, and she wanted to see each and ever member make it out of this war alive. She deserved in apology, but Mary knew she needed to do it when she could get her words straight. When she would mean it. She bent down, placing the bottle and glass just outside of the kitchen doorframe, and then headed to bed.