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A moment of weakness

7: Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

August 20, 1978

Minerva walked quickly through a darkened alley, feeling as though the walls were closing in upon her. The tartan bag in her arms was heavy with her new purchases and she wanted to hurry back to the school to work on lesson plans before the day was done. She turned onto the sleepy, nearly deserted, shop-filled street and headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

She’d just passed the alleyway between Owlops and the hat shop when a figure careened from in between the buildings and bowled straight into her. She toppled backwards and landed painfully upon the cobblestone street.

The figure- a child, she realized- was already scrambling to his feet, his cheeks red and chest heaving. With a jolt she realized that she knew this boy- one of Molly’s…

“Please!” His voice shook as he lunged forward and pulled on her arm, “Please you have to help! My mum-” he wheezed and pointed down the alley.

Minerva sprung into action and pulled herself to her feet. “Where is she?” She stooped and looked into his panicking face.

“Two blocks down… there were men in…scary robes she told me to… run to the… leaky cauldron.” he panted out between gasps for air and she pulled her wand to the ready.

“You did good, kid.” She pointed down the street, “I need you to go tell Tom at the Leaky Cauldron what you just told me. I’m going to go help your mum.” The boy took off without hesitation and Minerva turned with similar fashion to the alley before her.

As she neared the second intersection she kept her ears perked for sounds of an attack and was quickly rewarded with the crackle of magic in the air. She followed the sound around a corner and narrowly missed a curse that flew over her shoulder. She spun back behind the building and pressed her back against the wall.

“Molly!” She called out, hoping that the other woman was near.

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[siriusblackstar-blog]

Sirius and Molly

Who is the better wingman when they’re out together?:

Undoubtedly Sirius, if Molly would ever allow for such a thing and if Sirius didn’t hold the utmost respect for Arthur. Since she won’t be going home with any other men, it has to be Molly by default. Damn marriage, always getting in the way of his fun. 

Which of them is more likely to pretend to be in a relationship with the other to avoid something/someone?:

Both but they would probably only pretend to be in a relationship with one another if they were playing around or trying to get something for free. Neither of them is all that inclined towards hiding behind other people when it comes to situations; they are both too fiery for that, and will happily tell people to take a hike, if need be.

Who is more likely to fall asleep at the other one’s place?:

This is Sirius, without a doubt. He can’t help it that the Burrow is ridiculously comfortable. The couches are so welcoming and plush, and despite all the noise --- which he’s gotten used to from living with boys in the Gryffindor tower --- it’s really quite homey. He’s been known to take naps there when particularly exhausted, especially if he ever has to babysit the boys, seeing as they both tire one another out.Which of them comes up with the more terrible of the bad ideas?:

Sirius. All his decisions are pretty much terrible ideas. He can’t help it, it’s in his DNA. However, it doesn’t help that Molly telling him not to do something drives him to want to do it more. He’s definitely the kind of person that lectures don’t work on. He’ll feel bad for two seconds before bouncing back and making a decision twice as bad.

Which of them remembers more details about the other (e.g. birthdays, favorite foods, how they take their coffee)?:

Molly. She always remembers everything, it seems, and Sirius attributes it to her being such a good mother. Though Sirius has a strangely good memory for these things as well, seeing as he finds all his friendships incredibly important.

Who is more likely to bring home a stray?:

Molly. While Sirius has a soft heart for stray animals and people alike, it seems like Molly collects children and animals all hours of the day. There never seems to be a moment when someone or something isn’t showing up at her house to be fed by her delicious cooking. Not to mention getting in on her bear hug action.

Who eats all of the popcorn when they go to the movies together?:

Sirius. What? He likes popcorn. Of course, he would feel bad about it a moment after he was finished and go buy Molly a new bag.

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[daddyweazleby-blog]

😈

Arthur sat with his eldest son, their heads close together in what appeared to be a serious discussion. The book in front of them was not one that would ever be approved of in school, but the man insisted on his sons being introduced to their legacy early. Hearing the door open, he looked up to see his wife walk in and his lips quirked at the sight. Closing the book, he put his finger to his lips, his son nodding in agreement as he slipped it into his robes.

Standing, he smoothed the robes down as he moved towards Molly. “I have to go out tonight. I have some work that needs to be done,” he said as though it were a proper explanation. There was work, indeed. Removing the ridiculous mudblood taint on their world was proving to be more work than initially anticipated, the Order more and more a pain as time progressed. 

[bloodmoon-rising]

Remus & Molly || Beyond The Full Moon

DATE: July 29, 1978 LOCATION: The Burrow INSPIRATION: Placebo- Running Up That Hill

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Remus blessed the dense heat wave exfoliating his marred skin as he stood beneath the brightest, closest star in the sky. Skin, kissed by the heat of the sun, tingled pleasantly and painfully as the dull ache of recovery continued.

The boys weren’t home today; Remus was aware of this fact by nothing more than a little shameless stalking. He wanted to see her- the coppery red head that was so much like a mother and was like poetry on his lips. Days of avoiding everyone since his release lead him here, terrified and uncertain if she would accept him through her doors. There was so much on his mind. It was precisely this reason he waited until the boys weren’t home.

Long fingers curled into a fist and Remus knocked once, twice, three times heavily against the wooden front door, breath held deep in his lungs. The doorknob clicked and he straightened up, peaking through the crack as Molly opened up.

“Hey--hey, Molly. Are you busy? Mind if I come in?”

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A Whoopsee-daisy? || Molly&Arthur

Chimes and buzzes echoed all around him, making Arthur’s face scrunch in confusion. As he looked up, a groan escaped him at the time and he beat feet, quickly. Popping in front of their door, he paused for a moment just to listen. This was one of his favorite moments of his day. Hearing the life he and Molly had built running, playing, and even fighting.

The lanky man opened the door and slid in, his face full of smiles for his family. One look at his wife and the owl on the perch made him pause. Another look at Molly, and this time, he cringed. 

“Oops,” he murmured to himself, the ridiculous missive about Hagrid bringing him home finally returning to his mind. Briefly, he wondered if it would be allowed to use one of the boys as a shield, but then he remembered how much more trouble that could get him in. Instead, he did the only thing he could do.

Puppy. Eyes.

“Hello Mols.”

[scruffyoldhag-blog]

slurred words

“Molly. Molly. Ev’n ‘er name’s pretty. Flamin’ red hair, pretty eyes o’ hers. Funny, though. Never really thought I’d meet someone who really loved me th’ way Molly loves me. ‘f course, not that kinda love. She’s a married wom’n, after all. Great mother, fantastic wife. Best chef ‘n th’ world, that I c’n promise ya! I practically live off ‘er food, ya know! Ah, Molly. Sweet, sweet Molly...”

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“I love you, but I don’t have to like you right now.”

Hagrid was more at ease knowing the boy was finally home from St. Mungo’s. He still felt a tinge of guilt for what happened.

He should’ve known better. All those wild thestrals out in the Forbidden Forest...

He should’ve known better than to bring young Percy into the Forest.

Hagrid held a bottle of booze in his hand as he sat at his dining room table when he heard the light knocking at the door of his hut. He stood up, taking a big gulp of the drink in his hand, and walked towards the door, opening it only to see none other than Molly Weasley at his door. She had a very serious look on her face. Most likely the most serious he had ever seen.

He didn’t say a word. Not for a while. When he finally mustered up the courage to open his mouth and speak, she interrupted before he even got the chance to do so.

“I trusted you, Rubeus,” she said as tears welled in her eyes. But they weren’t sad tears. They were angry. Terrifyingly full of rage. Her voice, though breaking, remained stern. “I trusted you with every fiber of my being. You told me you would never let anything harm my children if ever I felt them in your care, and look what has become of my Percy!”

Hagrid didn’t want to think of what had become of her Percy. He was there. Had seen it for himself. Took a nasty hoof to his own head in the process of saving the boy. But it was a situation he could’ve prevented. But he didn’t.

He just looked down at his feet, nodding at Molly’s chastising. She had every right, as a mother, to yell at him for his lack of responsibility. He would not deny her the satisfaction of doing so.

They were both silent for a few moments. Hagrid still couldn’t look up at her.

“I love you, Rubeus. But I don’t have to like you right now.”

He nodded with a quick sniffle. “I understan’.” He turned to head back into the hut.

Not much later than that, before he could even take a pace, he felt a pair of arms around his waist, and the embrace of the woman behind him. They simply stood there for a few minutes before Molly finally released, made her way around to face him, and planted a soft and quick kiss on Hagrid’s cheek.

“That’s for saving him,” she said. “I guess you at least deserve that credit.”

He was silent.

“Now. Arthur’s stopping by tomorrow with the boys and some dinner. I recommend you don’t get too drunk. And tidy this hut around a bit.”

And with a quick turn at the doorway, Molly Weasley was gone.

[scruffyoldhag-blog]

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse. ☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear. ★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse. ✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.

✉

           Dear Molly

      I’m writing this here letter in regards to some of the chatter I’ve been hearing around. I don’t have much else to say other than this: Please, do not become more involved in the war! You’re doing plenty as is, what with feeding and caring for those who need it, and nobody should expect anything more from you. It makes me mad to hear about people saying you aren’t doing enough until you raise your wand up against the enemy. Again, stay put.

      Your family needs you exactly where you are. The boys, Arthur, they need you alive. I need you alive. Anybody who doesn’t see the crucial part you play is obviously not paying enough attention. I only say all of this because I do truly care for your well-being.

           Love,

      Rubeus Gabriel Hagrid

☼

Hagrid has no personal preference as to what style of clothing Molly wears. All he cares about is that she smiles.

★

“’er kindness. The gentleness in ‘er heart”

Hagrid can’t pick one favorite thing about Molly Weasley. He literally has this view that she’s the closest thing to what a perfect woman should be. Knowing that answer may lead to some unwelcome questions, when asked Hagrid comments on how nice she was.

✘

“Nothin’ except for who she married.”