WEASLEY, molly nicolette

[molly]

MOLLY NICOLETTE WEASLEY,
come bathe in my wine for a while !



fifteen; mols; gryffindor; feisty

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--Molly Weasley
At first thought, you would never have thought of Molly as a Weasley. She doesn’t have the red hair, or hammydown clothes, oh no. Molly is a natural born blonde, though it does look sometimes really curly. Freckles cover the young face and her eyes matches the similarities of that of her father’s. She is also is very tall, well at least tall for her age. But she is sure that one day she will stop rising into the air. Molly also makes a lot of her clothing. She rather spend all of her money on the cloth and then work hours to perfect her piece of clothing. But Molly does tend to buy certain pieces here and there. The girl likes to wear many different things, but especially muggle clothing. She just loves a pair of jeans and a graphic shirt. As for her hair and makeup, well she tries not to go too far with that. She loves her natural beauty.

“Why do you have to be your mother’s daughter?”
--Percy Weasley.
In all honesty, Molly is a mini form of her mother, the complete opposite of her father. Nobody knows how Percy and Audrey had met, or how the heck they were able to connect, but they did and so came the creation of Molly. Molly is bit of a go getter. She doesn’t think before she acts and tends to go with her gut more than anything. She has loads of confident but is easily tempered or hurt by the words of others. Her temper is nasty once face, because she acts on instinct instead of knowledge, meaning she won’t hesitate on getting physical. The girl can talk to anyone, no matter who they are, and tries her hardest not to make enemies, except trouble finds her. She speaks with no shame and just says everything on her mind. Which usually ends up bad since she is very opinionated and stubborn. She can also get a bit sarcastic, but only when she is being playful and flirty. Molly tries to make her father proud and has this insecurity that she will never be like him or able to make him proud. The girl usually takes the side of the underdog and when challenge, uses everything to her ability.

“Daddy, there are so many of us!”
--Molly Weasley
The Weasley family is known to be a big family, and well it is. Molly could remember the day they all got together for the holidays and she could not believe how many were in the family she sort of went crazy trying to be with everyone at once. She was a ball bouncing off many and many walls. But her main family are her father Percy Weasley, a ministry worker, proud, and strict, her mother, Audrey Weasley, a fun loving and very easy going woman who stays home majority of her time, and Lucy Weasley, the little sister Molly loves to death and tries to protect. Then there are tons of cousins, but we won’t get into that. Except Molly loves her Nana, yes she does! The woman is her idol. She is tough abd loving and always slips little Molly a cookie.

That was her life when she was little. She was adored for pissing off Percy. The girl had a knack for getting into trouble and making a mess. She was born a trouble maker from the first moment she cried. She was the first daughter to Percy and Audrey and they were so excited. Percy didn’t want any boys, he already lived with them, he never though he could handle another, it was a relief when it was confirmed Molly was indeed a girl. But how he so wished he could take it back.

Molly was planned to be the protegy to Percy. She ended up being her mother. So came Lucy, another story for another day. Molly wasn’t too happy on having a little sister. It wasn’t until she was five and learned what it meant to be a big sister and how sad she would be without her. That was when Molly would not leave her sister’s side unless she knew she was okay.

The girl was sociable and made friends with everyone, magical or not. She had a blast talking and playing. It was just funny to see her, especially since in her little days, she had a lisp. Oh that was a dosy trying to fix. But it was a challenge the girl excepted.

At first Percy began to worry about Molly. She had shown no signs of magic, even though she was pureblood. He tried everything he could to make her react in some magical way. But in fact, Molly didn’t show any sign until her Hogwarts letter came and she practically flew into the ceiling after one hard jump. Molly was finally going to the school that would make her like her father. She just felt it. But sadly her gut wasn’t telling her, just she hopes.

“Oh dear. It seems the Weasleys are breeding again. Better be Gryffindor for yea kid, just like your daddy.”
--Sorting Hat
Well that had to be the best day of her life. Molly thought she would never have a connection to her father, but in fact, she had something in her to get her placed in Gryffindor. Now all there were was going to be seven years and study and getting ready to go and become an auror. Except it didn’t happen like that. Her first year she did nothing but get lost, fall asleep in class, and well get into trouble.

Her second year she made it onto the quidditch team and found out she didn’t care much about it. But she stayed in it and continued to sleep in class, get lost, and run into some more trouble. Same with her third year and her fourth. Not much happened until she was thirteen and began noticing boys, that was Percy’s worst nightmare. Molly was boy crazy. She each letter sent home was about some boy, never the same and oh the pictures. Always a new boyfriend. It was an interesting year adding boys into the mix.

Her fifth year she finally had come. Quidditch had taken its toll on Molly and she didn’t bother joining this year. Instead she spent the whole summer trying to keep up with her crushes and freaking about her OWLS. That’s right, its her fifth year and the biggest test her father cares about was coming up. Molly is basically becoming a mess this year.


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