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{{ Apologies for lack of activity. Turns out I am sicker than originally thought and had to go the hospital. Bleh. Replies and other things will pop up either tonight or tomorrow. }} 

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Molly wore her serious concentrated face - which more resembled a mildly frustrated pout than anything else - as she weaved her way through the halls. She was supposed to take the nearly overflowing box of paint jars to the art room, so they’d be available for Muggle Art. Just a little favor she’d agreed to do for the professor. The task seemed to be proving more difficult than expected. For one, she could never remember the right turns to take, and the ever shifting staircases never helped. For another ... she was pretty sure something weird was happening, though she’d yet to grasp the full scope of what that something was. There seemed to be double, maybe even triple, the students out and about today. She hops quickly to the side to avoid colliding with a passing person, and slams her shoulder right into the wall. “Oops!” she says loudly, as she fumbles the box and several glass jars tumble to the ground, splattering paint across the floor and her shoes as they shatter on impact. Molly looks alarmed for a brief moment, before letting out a good-natured laugh at her own expense. 

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illuminatingliight:

“uh oh—” molly’s eyes were wide, mouth agape, “do i need to make some tea ??” asking the other, being very serious. “tea solves everything.” pulling closer to them with a tug of her lips, “it’s the only thing i live by— and food— first tea— then cakes !!”

Molly blinked curiously at woman. There was something so familiar about her, but Molly was pretty sure she hadn’t seen her around school before. Then again, she was known for being forgetful. “Tea?” She looks down at the orange paint she’d just dumped on her sweater, and then flashes the other a bright smile. “I never say no to tea and cakes!” 

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alice-inwcnderland:

alice sat in the middle of the quidditch pitch while hugging her broomstick. she had just had her own share of fun by flying around the whole school earlier and now she’s dead tired. as she let her upper half of her body fall onto the soft prickly grass, she closed her eyes to busk in the sunlight, only to scrunch her nose when a shadow blocked the sun away from her. “if you’re telling me to get off the grass, just give me a minute will you? you don’t own this place.”

Molly wandered onto the Quidditch pitch, a camera clutched in her hands and her gaze turned towards the sky. She had been wandering around in a haze for awhile now, and though she was looking for hard for - well, nothing in particular - she didn’t seem to be actually seeing much. She’d paused to snap a photo of the stands when a sudden voice startled her, and she turned, making a small sound of surprise. “Oh?” Her eyes dropped to Alice, and she blinked a few times. She hadn’t even noticed the girl was on the field. “Oh! No, sorry, didn’t mean to bother you! I’m just out trying my hand at photography!” She holds up her camera in excitement, and there’s a loud click as she accidentally snaps a photo. “... I don’t think I’m very good at it, though. Sorry again.”

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{ Molly II Weasley }

{ I had a dream so big and loud; I jumped so high I touched the clouds. 

I stretched my hands out to the sky; we danced with monsters through the night. 

I’m never gonna look back, whoa, I’m never gonna give it up, no. 

Please don’t wake me now - this is gonna be the best day of my life. }

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{ Hello! I’m Dez, the super awkward. I am so terrible at intros. All the information in my head just gets tossed right out the window. I’m always open to plot or to chat! But, again, super awkward. Please forgive me. Molly is my lovely rebellious Hufflepuff child and I’m so excited to be rping her here. } 

STEPHANIE CAM? No, that’s MOLLY WEASLEY II from the NEXT GENERATION ERA. You know, the child of PERCY and AUDREY WEASLEY? About to begin their SEVENTH YEAR, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE identifies as CIS FEMALE and is a HALF-BLOOD who is known to be FORGETFUL, IMPULSIVE, and INDECISIVE but is also CREATIVE, ADVENTUROUS, and CHEERFUL. 

Molly {Sofia} Weasley II is the first {adopted} child of Percy & Audrey Weasley. Molly’s biological parents simply weren’t interested in having children. Her adoption was arranged before she was born, and the Weasleys are the only family she’s ever known. 

Molly has always been a bit of a wild child. She had a knack when she was young for getting into getting into places she shouldn’t have, and her poor parents - and any unfortunate babysitters - had to keep a close eye on her. She’s both impulsive and bold, and she often won’t think about the consequences of something until she’s already done it. 

When Molly was eleven, her parents gave her some coins and ushered her into Magical Menageries to pick out an owl. She bought a kitten instead. Iris is a small, female tortoiseshell with bright eyes. Iris isn’t found of other cats, but she loves dogs. And swimming. Molly adores her little oddball kitty. 

Molly has three passions in life. She loves Herbology. Magical plants are so fascinating, and often dangerous, and she’s always had a green thumb. Her second love is Potions - an interest helped greatly by her knowledge of plants. Her third, and probably most beloved passion, is art. She adores art of any kind, and is always experimenting with different styles, techniques, and mediums - anything the Wizarding and Muggle communities have to offer. She’s not great at all of them, but hey, that’s all part of the fun! 

Molly has no set goal in life. None. No direction, no ultimate dreams, no plans. Nothing. With her final year in school upon her, Molly is starting to feel the pressure to settle down and make a choice. But she just doesn’t know what she wants! She could do something with Herbology - or Potions - or she could dedicate herself to her art. How is she supposed to know what the right choice is? She’s only seventeen - how is she expected to know exactly what she wants to do for the next 80 years? She doesn’t even know what she wants to do tomorrow. 

Molly doesn’t like to be stressed, or sad, or angry. Negative emotions are just so ... negative! She’d rather be chill, or happy! So she is. All of the time. She bottles up all those gross, uncomfortable feelings and puts on a smile, no matter how bad the situation. Yeah, time has come apart at the seems and all, but look at the bright side! She tends to hold everything in until she snaps, or is pushed to the brink, and everything just comes pouring out. It’s not a very healthy habit. 

The easiest way to make Molly angry is to insult or threaten her family (or friends). She’s fiercely loyal and protective, and can be a bit of a mom friend. A flighty, forgetful, art mom friend, but a mom friend nonetheless. She’ll do pretty much anything to help a pal out, and likes to give people gifts - often art, or potions, or plants. 

The only way Molly can keep a secret is if she forgets she knows it. (Or if its really, really life and death important.) She doesn’t mean to be a gossip, she just tends to ramble aimlessly and without a filter. 

{ I’ll end up doing a lot of get to know things for Molly, probably, but I think I’ll leave this intro here! Hopefully it was actually helpful. }