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WEASLEY, MOLLY CLAIRE
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Member No.: 157
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MR. PREWETT: father
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MURIEL PREWETT: aunt
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FABIAN PREWETT: brother
GIDEON PREWETT: brother
ARTHUR WEASLEY: husband
BILIUS WEASLEY: brother-in-law
BILL WEASLEY: son
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"Hi there! I understand that it is rude to ask someone's name without introducing yourself, but we're here for you aren't we? On that note, would you mind giving us your name and maybe how you feel about it? Any cute nicknames, I'm sure you have a few, honey!"
ďThey call me Molly Weasley and you can too, thank you very much. At first, I was a little bitter about my namesake because I was named after my grandmother -- and believe me, I didn't want to be as
connected with her as I was. Technically, it means a 'sea of bitterness' but I'd like to imagine that it relates a whole lot more to Grandma Molly than to myself. Unfortunately for me and my brothers, she was over quite often because one, we were a close family and two, my parents insisted on calling on her to babysit us as kids. I remember hiding in my closet so she wouldn't verbally bite my head off every time I entered the room. I'm as sweet as can be, promise! Except if you piss me off, or misbehave and I get the pleasure of witnessing it. On that bright note, I'd just like to say that my lungs never tire. But you won't see that side of me if you simply...play nice.
"My middle name is simple enough. Claire. It just rolls of the tongue, doesn't it? It was product of my father and it means clear, bright, and distinct. Now those are some adjectives that I like to be associated with. And believe me, they're as true as can be. I won't beat around the bush with you...ever; I'll be as lucid as if you were looking through a microscope. Prewett is my maiden name. It's not as popular as a...more popular pureblood name but it's lasted this long, hasn't it? We're not into the whole 'feeling superior' kick so we probably don't fit in with the other pureblooded families but I honestly don't care.
"Molly and Mols are about as far as the nicknames go, thank goodness. I'm not that big into them and would rather you call me Molly. However, Arthur came up with his own unique version of my name. I won't say it out loud because it's a bit embarrassing for public ears but when we're alone...well that's a different story for another day."
"Oh well... that's a nice name. Um, anyway. How old are you? You're looking pretty young, I'm betting you weren't born until the 60's! You look like a Pisces, I
think that means we're compatible! Oh, and where were you born? It's for interview purposes - it's not like I'm going to go search for your medical and school records..."
"No, no, not a Pisces and sorry, Iím taken! WellÖa lady never reveals her age unless she's completely at ease with it, you should know that! Thankfully, I'm still in that stage of my life where I don't mind sharing how long I've been on the earth, ie. not over forty! I'm actually twenty years young and I'm pretty sure you can figure out the year I was born if you just do that math. You're smart enough for that, right? My birthday is October 30, which makes me a good, olí Scorpio. That makes sense, at least to me it does. The scorpion has its own little venom that it must Ďmasterí before being able to render its opponent harmless. Iíll tell you, itís taken years of practice to get my long winded, erm speeches
out of my system but Iíve accomplished getting them just perfect
ďMy parentsí home is in Devon, England, just off the beach. Granted, itís not a very lovely beach, but itís a beach all the same. Most of my memories still belong in that house and because of that, itíll always be a huge part of me and something that I pass on to my children. I mean, it was where I grew up. Where I first learnt my moral values in this world, my magic (even though my mum was a stickler for the rules and didnít let me use magic until I turned seventeen) and a thousand of other nameless things that would take forever to relate. You get it, right? You have a place like that too, Iíd imagine. Itís where one learns almost exactly how to live in the adult world.Ē
"You're younger than I thought... I guess that means that the proceedings could be considered illega-... Hrm, anyway. What is your preference, anyway? You know...what kind of tail do you go after? Guy, girl, werewolf, cockroach? I wanna know all about it! Oh, and do you have a spouse? Because that might be some trouble..."
ĒYouíre charming, but I wonít fall for that Ďyouíre not a day over twentyí trick! (Except that describes me almost exactly) Actually, now that you ask, I would love to tell you all
about my husband, Arthur Weasley. From the beginning, I had always thought he was just the sweetest and cutest thing to ever walk the planet, and that's including pygmy puffs. His first impression was darling enough; however, I wasn't focused too much on the other boys in school during my first year. I was
only eleven! We were sorted into the same house and attended the same classes every day but I still kept to myself or the other girls in my year that I had become friends with almost immediately. Like I said, I wasn't that
interested in the male species and I would have rather passed my first year of witch training than become distracted by the amount of testosterone that the school had to offer. We had a few conversations here and there but for the most part, all it was were a few 'what was the homework for Professor Sinistra?'s
' and a couple of 'Do the newt tails go in before or after the frog's legs?'
. That's all it was for three whole years.
ďIn the summer before my fourth year of Hogwarts, I was babysitting my cousin Frank Longbottom while his parents were running errands and, lo and behold, the Weasleys came over as they were good friends with that family. Although the people they intended to see were out and about, Arthur and his father decided to stick around and wait for their return. It was only fairly awkward, as I waited for Frank to wake up from his nap but as soon as the little devil was running around the house, Arthur was just a sweetheart in playing with him! We talked, of course, either with his dad or just between ourselves as I watched over Frank and I found out more about him in that one day than I had in the three years previous. He was interesting, he was nice, he wasnít stuck up like the other purebloods I knew, he had plans and dreams for himself before most other fourteen year olds, and he certainly had an interest in what I had to say. That, probably out of everything else, was the deal breaker. After that day and all through the rest of that summer, Arthur would show up at the Longbottom's, alone or with his mum and dad, and we would simply talk. Sometimes we would be sitting on the couch with the WWN in the background, half in silence, half in gentle conversation about whatever we heard news wise and other times we would take a stroll around the neighborhood they lived in. Whenever there was a silence, it was always comfortable. That's how it should be, right? I remember being nervous when school started again. I wasn't sure if our budding friendship was merely a summer thing or if he would display the same kindness and humility to me at Hogwarts as well, under the influence of his other friends. I was almost certain that I had a crush on him, like any sane girl would after spending five minutes in his lovely company, and that was the scariest thought of all. As it turned out, he didn't seem to care that we had a change of scenery; I can remember countless times that we would stay up hours past the time everyone else went to bed, losing track of the time as we just...talked. It sounds strange that that is all we ever did for almost a year, but it was actually exhilarating! We never found a dull moment in the conversation that was uncomfortable or awkward.
ďNow, you may be thinking, 'what a boring relationship...I'd be out of that one in a heartbeat!' Well, all I have to say to that is: you can just go stick your nose in someone else's business, alright? The good part is coming. I would never let you down.
ďIn our fifth year (yes, it was incredibly agonizing to wait over a year for the guy you really, really, REALLY liked to make the first move...), I was almost ready to give up on thinking this relationship would progress into anything I could be proud about. It was flat, consistent, and predictable. It got to the point where I just wanted to scream 'WILL YOU ASK ME OUT ALREADY BECAUSE IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS THAT I LIKE YOU' but I couldn't. My friends said he was shy, his friends had no idea what was going on, and when it got to the point where I was getting distracted from my studies, Professor Slughorn told me that 'he would come around'. Yes, he gave me relationship advice as if he knew what was going on the entire time. I could've sworn I had never told him a thing! Anyway, just as O.W.L.'s were fast approaching and we were studying alone in the library, he slipped a small piece of parchment in my direction, keeping his eyes down the entire time. If that wasn't the most adorable move ever, the words that he had carefully etched onto the parchment tugged at my heartstrings. Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? I remember almost laughing out loud at all the obsessing I had done over the entire situation, including the response I received from Slughorn and both sets of friends. My eyes dared to look up to his face, to decipher whether or not he was being serious or not because really, who asks someone out in a note...when the person in question is sitting less than five feet away and they had spent months together, perfectly unembarrassed? His face was red, his eyes were careful not to look up as if he were afraid of my reaction, and he was diligently pretending to read the book we were supposed to be studying. How could he have been scared! Hadn't I made it perfectly clear what I wanted from him? At least, I thought I had. I tried my best to keep my smile controlled as I scratched back an answer and slid my response back to his side of the table, watching him very closely for his reaction...it was as if someone had lit a fire beneath him. His face lost most of the redness and was simply happy, excited; his eyes were bright. His reaction made me just as giddy; it made me feel as if I had an such impact on someone, that I could make someoneís day by just being there. Itís hard to explain, but I knew it to be true. I think I was the silliest when I thought he didnít like me back. He didnít explain why it took him so long, but he did admit to liking me a couple of Longbottom visits into our friendship. He said I fascinated him, intrigued him, and was the most beautiful creature in the world. If I didnít swoon before, Iím pretty sure I had then. Our relationship was ideal for me, it really was. I wasnít as distracted as I thought I would be if a boy came into the picture and all was well, of course.
ďOur summer was blissful. We spent just the right amount of time together, not becoming one of those couples that had to be touching each other all the time or one of those couples that never spent any time together and only talk via owl. We did both and it was the perfect condition. My whole family loved him, of course because what wasnít to love? He was charming, handsome, and good to me. Thatís all they needed to practically accept him into the family. And while my parents didnít care who I married, pureblood, Muggle-born or not, all they wanted was for me to be happy. And I was! Blissfully so. It was like this for both our sixth year and most of our seventh. I should probably tell you now that it wasnít always a walk in the park. We had our disagreements and our fights, like every other healthy relationship. Most of it was that trivial stuff that shouldnít really matter, but happened to occur on just the wrong day and it was blown way out of proportion too quickly to control. It never got as bad as giving the other the silent treatment for more thatÖa day, thankfully, because at that point, I was practically addicted to Arthur Weasley. Despite any fight we may have, I was so certain of our lasting relationship because it progressed in all of the right areas and almost at the perfect time. However, by the end of our seventh year, that comfortableness turned into paranoia when Arthur started to become distant with me. He was never around, always dodgy, and sometimes would even snub me to do some mysterious task or whatever. Into panic mode I went; I seriously thought he was going to break up with me!
ďAs I was scaring myself silly for almost a month, it turned out that the reason for all the secretiveness was a surprise proposal to myself that everyone BUT ME knew about. Apparently my mother had organized this entire dinner thing one summer night where practically both of our entire families came to. I couldnít believe I didnít think of that sooner, really. Now that I look back, it was kind of obviousÖof course, after he explained all the dodginess and everything. I felt stupid, even stupider after I voiced my previous doubts, but now that I was engaged to only man that would ever make me happy, all worries disappeared. It was a rather short engagement but the wedding was the largest I had ever seen. Since both of us came from rather prominent pureblood families, it was as if the entire pureblooded community had shown up to see our lawful binding. Less than a year later, I birthed my first son. I believe that kids are a symbol of someoneís marriage, and I couldnít have been happier to have something to show off mine and Arthurís. He was great to me, he really was. And still is.Ē
"Hm, that complicates things somewhat, but okay! This might be intrusive, but what are you? It's okay, you can tell me! I'm trustworthy, I promise."
ďIf you must know, Iím one hundred percent pureblooded. My parents and their parents and their parents all came from that pureblooded line. And believe me, I made sure that Arthur and I were not related (thank Merlin) before I even started dating him. It must have been luck because usually all the purebloods are related. And itís not as though I desperately needed to marry one. I would have been just as happy if Arthur was MugglebornÖit doesnít matter to me or my family who I marry. Maybe Aunt Muriel was a little bitter about the subject but no one ever listens to her opinions anyway. Regardless, Iím all for Muggle and Wizard bonding, however it may be.Ē
"Ohoho, you're definitely my type! But anyway, who are you affiliated with? I mean, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone - plus, I find people with a mission sexy."
ďWell, of course Iím with the Order, silly! I just explained how Muggles and wizards should be united together instead of those harsh means of getting rid of them. Itís so vile. Some of the nicest people I know are Muggles or Muggleborn, plus Iím married to someone who is fascinated with everything that involves them. Sure, heís crazy, but his heart is in the right place. Iíll tell you, though. If I ever come face to face with a Death Eater, he will not be able to walk straight for months. Oh, plus heíll be on a one way ticket to Azkaban. I donít mess around with people trying to hurt my family. I donít get to do much with the Order, however, because Iím so busy with one kid and another one the way. I wish I had more time but Iím simply strapped for it."
"You are just my cup of tea! Well, now that the introductions are over, let's go in deeper. What do you think about the way you look? Personally, I think you are absolutely lickable, but people don't always seem themselves that way. Also, any hidden tattoos or scars I should know about? Sometimes surprises are not a good thing..."
ďHa, my hair! Itís red, obviously, like every single other person in my family, no lie. Aunt Murielís has turned a disgusting auburnish copper by now, but when she was in her prime age (about fifty years ago), it was as bright as mine. I donít know why we all have that redhead gene because itís apparently the recessive trait, but I guess thatís the one characteristic that has been passed down from each generation. Ironically enough, Arthur is a redhead as well. As is Billís. Personally, I love it! If people think redheads are known for their tempers, well, my warning is to be on your guard. Youíll have another think coming if you attempt to cross me!Ē
ďI feel as though I always make myself out to be this person with anger management problems when Iím talking about myself. Iíll apologize for that now, Iím not really like that. Donít want to scare you away! My eyes, if you have yet to notice, are a bright brown. Nothing too special about them except when I happen to be angry or upset. Then theyíre blazing. Granted, Iím not actually upset that oftenÖitís just something easy to remember when thinking about me. Itís quite the show. But I have a feeling my eldest might bring something out from me. Heís a devilishly behaved toddler: always getting his hands into everything!"
ďSorry to disappoint, but after this latest pregnancy, you tell me who would be looking their best right about now. Iím of decent height, at least. Around 5í5Ē I would say. Not as thin as I once was but whatís to expect? Pregnancy has taken its toll on me and Iíve lived with the consequences for two years now but Iím not about to complain. Life isnít about being skinny and turning heads. Iím simply a little round near the middle and Iíve taken on a few healthy pounds near my face as well. Nothing wrong with that, right?Ē
scars, piercing, tattoos
ďActually, I donít really tell people this because theyíd never believe me unless I showed them (which would be easy enough, really), but when I was sixteen and thought I could do anything in the world, I got a tattoo on my ankle. You never expected that one, did you? Itís nothing too fancy, only a rose thatís no bigger than my thumb. Yeah, after I showed up at that Muggle tattoo parlor or whatever theyíre called, I sort of chickened out but still wanted to go through that whole Ďstageí so I picked an indiscreet picture. I donít regret it, even if it hurt like a bitch when I got it done.
ďI also have this scar on my knee from when I was playing hide and seek with Frank. I think I was trying to get into a spot way to small for my frame but tried anyway, got stuck, and then tore my knee apart as I was trying to get out. Yeah, wasnít the brightest witch of my age but you win some and lose some! Oh, Frank found me in about three seconds, in case you were wondering.Ē
ďYouíll never see me in those Muggle fashions out in public. I am a robes woman through and through. I think their styles are a bit strange though, especially when Arthur tries to pull it off. I donít know what is supposed to go together and what isnít, but I can almost assure you that whatever Arthur tries to wearÖit doesnít work. However, there is something that I almost always have on: an apron. I was practically made to be in the kitchen, sexist jokes put aside. I canít help it if I love to cook! Itís my specialty, so come on over for dinner one night.Ē
"Huh... not as shielded as I thought, eh? Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Oh well, how about your personality! Give me some clues into that locked heart of yours... not like I'm trying to find the key or anything."
ďIt all started with close after the birth of my twin brothers and still continues on today. I worry, I then proceed to clean while I worry, I ramble about the possible outcomes to the point of near tears, I over-analyze everythingÖitís just part of who I am. I keep a protective eye on almost everyone. Iím so positively anal about it that I even have this clock that doesnít, surprise surprise, tell time; it actually has a hand for Arthur, myself, and we added onto it when I had Bill. And then it has various locations on it. When Arthur is at work, for example, his hand, with his charming little face, points towards work. There are a variety of different places on this brilliant clock and if I ever get paranoid about something, itíll automatically tell me where one of my family members are at a time. So yes, if youíd like to see a fearful woman in action, come right on over. Thereís nothing else to say about it, really. It speaks for itself.Ē
ďSometimes, I canít stop myself. Iíll start fussing with someoneís hair because it wonít lay right and then Iíll get really into it, grabbing a comb and some water and trying to jerk it straight. Yes, I realized that it was Gideon and he had no intention on wearing his hair in a proper manner but I had to, okay? Will you believe that? I saw the hair and I pounced! On the other hand, Iím practically the Mother Hen for the entire Order. I cook for them constantly, bring by desserts for them to snack on, make sure theyíre behaving themselves when they go on missionsÖthe list goes on. Theyíve all grown on me quite nicely and even the ones who havenít, Iíll still be quite decent towards them. Iím fair, incredibly fair. Second chances are always allowed.Ē
ďOnly sometimes, promise! There are times, however, where I could spend the entire day in a bad mood. And usually when Iím in a bad mood, it rubs off onto people. There was this one time when I accidentally yelled at Arthur for leaving his robes lying about the living room and five minutes later, he actually raised his voice towards Bill for being too loud. I couldnít believe it. Before then, I had no idea that my tempers rubbed off onto other people and since then I have tried my best to control them as well as I can. However, itís hard sometimes.Ē
ďIf you avoid the Burrow because you think Iím a crazy old lady that has kids instead of cats, wellÖI donít know what else to say to change that opinion except one: Iím not old and two: Iím not crazy. In fact, if you come on over right now, Iíll whip you up some boiled potatoes, chicken, maybe a little turkey if thatís what youíre feeling at the moment, sweet peas, some steamed carrots for the eyesight, maybe a little pie? You name it, I can cook it and I wonít hesitate to ask you to join. I canít count how many times dinner involves people outside of the immediate family; I always have Order members coming over for dessert or perhaps staying the entire meal. Iím not going to took my own horn or anything, but Iím a magnificent cook and you can have whatever you want, sweetheart.Ē
ďThere isnít anything that I wouldnít do for my boys. Yes, thatís how I refer to themÖmy boys. I may gripe about them behind their backs to my friends, or often to their faces now that I think about it, but itís no guess that I love them to death and back again. Theyíre my life, basically, and the reason I am on this Earth. Arthur is just the shining star in every day and I could hold Bill in my arms for hours. Family was a large part of my life as I was growing up and Iíve always taken a heeding into making it special. I tend to make up for erm, other things by showering those with love. Itís just who I am.Ē
"Is there anything else you'd like to add? You sound like a very well-rounded individual, and I'd definitely like to hear more!"
"I think that about covers it. Thanks so much!