Post by molly charlotte prewett on Jul 5, 2012 23:07:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #656067 1px solid; background-color: #222222;background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/wood.jpg);] Sing me to sleep, I don't want to wake up, On my own anymore The past few hours had been a blur of confusion for the wily young Molly Prewett. Never in her life had she imagined herself as the type of girl who would invite an ex-boyfriend to spend the night on her couch. Then again, Arthur Weasley wasn’t just any old ex. He was different. He’d been her best friend before they’d begun dating. They could go backward, right? They could pretend for a night that they were only ever just best friends. Except Molly was lying to herself. She’d never be able to pretend they were just friends. That wasn’t how things worked with Arthur and Molly. They’d been each other’s firsts for heaven’s sake! First kiss, first sexual experience. Something about having seen him naked in the past made this all the more difficult. Because now that they were split up, she just couldn’t seem to get that image out of her head. She was an awkward mess when it came to Arthur. But she’d not let him know that. Molly was also tremendously stubborn. She’d known from the moment that he’d owled her a letter saying her was couch hopping that she’d take him in. She wrote back summoning him to Godric’s Hollow where the boarding house that she lived in was located. Before she set out to meet him down the street from the house though, she’d thrown a sheet on the sofa bed in her room. Arthur certainly wasn’t the first to play sleepover in Molly’s bedroom. Usually, her guests were female and intoxicated. Now would be a very different situation. She set out to meet him wearing a knee-length red coat made of wool. She wore boots of a russet brown color that came up about mid-calf. And her hands were donned with little gray mittens. There was still a bit of snow settled in the Hollow as Spring tried to make its desperate arrival. In a few weeks, sun would start pouring in and people would take trips to beaches. Now though, now Winter was bidding its farewell as Molly welcomed an old flame back into her life. As soon as she’d spotted him, her face had broken into an unplanned smile. He had that affect on her. Arthur had always been able to make her smile. Maybe it was the way he rambled on about muggle batteries. Molly found him to be so batty that it was endearing. How she longed to stay up all night just talking to him. But that sounded an awful lot like something that people in a romantic relationship would do. So, she had to pretend that wasn’t something she was interested in. They’d walked back to the house with few words shared between them. Occasionally, their shoulders would bump into one another’s and Molly longed to reach a mittened hand out for him to hold. She internally scolded herself for her desires and instead clasped her hands behind her back. Upon arrival at the house, Molly had pointed him to the sofa bed with a motherly sort of nod, as if she were taking care of him. Then, she’d set off to make tea for them. Molly’s mum had always said that a nice cup of tea could make anything better. Molly’s wasn’t entirely sure if this was true, but it was worth a try. So, she’d put the kettle on and pulled out the plate of freshly baked cookies she’d whooped up earlier that morning. She’d somehow managed to hide them from her housemates, which was a bit of a miracle considering the number of people who lived there and the number of them who had hearty appetites that could sniff out cookies from ages away. She set two steaming mugs of chamomile tea and the plate of cookies onto a little tray and wandered back up the steps to her room. She pushed the door open with her bum and sauntered inside. She placed the tray on a small table beside the sofa bed and sat down beside an awkward looking Arthur, wondering what their next move was. ”So, you’re homeless?” Molly asked him bluntly as she fiddled with the hem of an over-sized Gryffindor red t-shirt she liked to wear to bed. Beneath it were a pair of black leggings so she’d look as unappealing as possible. Just to add a cherry on top of her ensemble, she’d worn a pair of red knit socks her mum had given her for Christmas. |
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