I was gonna be

Molly grinned back at her cousin. “It’s excellent,” she agreed. “Can you believe he went from being such an absolute tiny to being, like, the human equivalent of a skyscraper? It’s like, bye Big Ben! Hello Big Lou!” She paused, watching as another image showed up, this time of Louis and Minnie together back in… Molly would hazard a guess that it was right before they started First Year. “Min, can you believe we’re, like, this old? Like he’s sixteen! You’re sixteen! We’re practically ancient,” she said, in a tone which could reasonably be termed ‘verging on dramatic’.

“Don’t remind me! I used to be taller than him, once upon a time. Now he just makes me feel short.” She rolled her eyes but affectionately; it was hard to be anything but affectionate when it came to her family today. Her expression softened further as the new picture came up; she didn’t always show it very well, but she did love her family. They could be a lot to handle and she didn’t always feel like she belonged, but she loved them so much. Shaking off the maudlin thoughts, she turned back to Molly with an amused expression. “We are decrepit old crones, you’re right. I can’t believe we’re even at this party right now. Shouldn’t we be sitting somewhere, yelling at the kids to get off the lawn?”

where: the projection reel of photos of the birthday trio when: 8:12 pm who: as open as molly’s heart !!

“Ahhh, I’m so glad! They’re Lou’s favourite ba—oh my god, doesn’t he look adorable?” Molly suddenly exclaimed, cutting herself off as a picture of tiny Louis popped on the side of the shed, his smiling six year old face filling up the wood (and her easily pleased, sentimental, family-loving heart).

Minnie couldn’t very well skip a birthday party for two of her family members, including a sibling, and she knew better than to try and hide upstairs somewhere until it was over so she was, only slightly begrudgingly, out socializing. At least it was the Burrow, and when she was really tired of people, she could find Grandmum Molly and listen to Celestina Warbeck. The pictures had seemed like a safe place to station herself in the meantime and not even Minnie was heartless enough to resist the sight of Louis when he was little. “That’s my favorite picture of him,” she said, turning to Molly with a smile.

location : diagon alley time : sunday, august 12th, late afternoon stats : open

      victoire looked down at the shattered remains of her phone before gingerly picking it up in an attempt to not cut herself on the shards of glass. she tried to power it back on, but it seemed that it was not going to happen. it was toast, that much was clear. “so,” she mused, “think i could get away with saying this was normal wear and tear?” the question was more of a joke at her misfortune than anything else, but she was really  regretting not getting that extra insurance when she’d bought it a few months ago after losing her last one. and she was regretting not backing it up anytime since. “this seriously  blows.” she held the phone out flat in her hand and stared at it in dismay. “i wonder if there’s a spell for this.”

Minnie grimaced in sympathy as she eyed the phone, reaching into her back pocket to reassure herself that her own phone was still safe and in one piece. “Honestly, I feel like you should get some credit for just how spectacular that drop was but I don’t think anyone would call it normal wear and tear.” Which really sucked, considering the bad luck her sister had had lately with her phone. The question of magic to fix it was interesting, although she wasn’t sure that it would actually work. “I dunno. You ought to be able to repair the glass, if nothing else, right? I’m not sure that it would help if any of the innards are broken though.”

Eyes scanned the mannequin for a second, eyebrows creased in thought. Lysander wasn’t MUCH of a fashion-fan, but they had the feeling they had a good sense for aesthetics, but yet … something seemed off about the combination of secondhand clothes on the mannequin. “You,” they said, gesturing at a passerby. “Help me out here — what does this handsome young dummy need? Something’s missing, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is … a hat, maybe?” They wanted this to be perfect. This mannequin represented the junk shop, and they’d be damned before they let their workplace be misrepresented. 

Minnie stopped at the familiar voice, glancing over with interest. She didn’t have many good friends but she had always liked Lysander; they were interesting and not pushy, and she had time. Not that she was sure she’d be much help in dressing the mannequin. Her sense of fashion was not really on trend. “Umm . . . yeah, maybe a hat? Or a scarf? I’m not really sure. But you’re right, it does need something.”

     “when have i had the time?”  despite his tone, louis wasn’t mad at his sister.  perhaps a little annoyed at her for laughing, but he couldn’t blame her.  “we aren’t exactly a calm, easy-going family, you know.”  he sighed, clearly not thrilled about the next part.  “and mum still wants to come with me whenever i go shopping.  i’m nearly sixteen, it’s a bit ridiculous.”

“I dunno, I’ve been busy myself. I hardly know what you’re doing.” Minnie did her best to smother her laughter, out of respect for her brother. It wasn’t his fault that he looked a little ridiculous - she wouldn’t want to be wearing any of Mum’s old things herself, although their mother’s taste had always been good. The grimace that crossed her face next was more genuine though; she still had to fight off their mother at times, and it was as frustrating for her as it was for Louis. “Ooooh, I’m sorry. Maybe you can get her off your case if you tell her you want Dad to take you? Which I know isn’t much better but it’s a shot, right?”

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[ Minnie -> Molly 7:22 pm ] Molly there’s a really cute girl in the bookstore and she keeps looking at me and I don’t know what to do!!!!

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ Minnie -> Molly 9:53 pm ] I know I was really short earlier and I’m sorry. I appreciate you coming to talk. 

NAME: Molly

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: see below

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: “you didn’t tell me you had a DATE?????”

LAST TEXT SENT: “Molly please, I met her in a book store and we got coffee at the little cafe next door”

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ Minnie -> Louis 11:37 pm ] Louuuuuuuu I nned a ride

[ Minnie -> Louis 11:38 pm ] if mum seeees me rn i’ll be in sooooo much trouble

[ Minnie -> Louis 11:40 pm ] pls hlp

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ Minnie -> Louis 10:12 am ] LOUIS THE RESULTS ARE OUT

[ Minnie -> Louis 10:14 am ] I GOT ON THE TEAM

NAME: Louis

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: see below

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: “you’re the best sister ever love u always <3<3<3“

LAST TEXT SENT: “you know how i feel about displays of affection” “love you too though”

lucy: a bowl of cereal is... soup?!

minnie: lucy please

minnie: i was reading, let me read in peace

where: diagon alley??  when: time is a construct don’t @ me (before the 13th) who: open to all u lovely heathens

Molly was, as she was wont to do, meandering her way through the Alley. She’d been in Bowtruckle for a little in the morning, mostly to coo over the puppies, but had since left. She’d bought some sweets earlier, and was currently experimenting with a Sugar Quill dipped in some sort of sour popping muggle candy Freya had gotten her —- it was a little chaotic on her tongue, so obviously, she adored it —- as she wandered around, peering into stores, mind flitting from one thing to another.

It was no surprise, then, that Molly —- coordinated enough to walk in murder heels on cobblestone and try roller skate with heels and attempt to be a surfing cheerleader, but easily distracted and able to talk for England —- was not paying quite enough attention to where she was going, and bumped into someone, with enough energy that she actually fell over. When she looked up, though, she said, with delight, “Oh my god —- I was just thinking about you!”

There were too many Weasleys to count, and Minnie spent a lot of time avoiding them - which was hard just because there were so many of them - but she couldn’t avoid Molly this time. At least she avoided falling herself, but she was wearing sensible sneakers rather than the death traps Molly preferred. Minnie wrinkled her nose ever so slightly but her lips curled into a smile as she held her hands out to Molly. “I find that entirely too coincidental to believe but it’s a nice thought anyway. Maybe you should spend less time thinking about me and more time paying attention to where you’re going though.”

when:  8 august, 2023 where:  wizarding london who:  open

     “look, i liked playing dress-up in my dad’s clothes when i was little as much as the next kid!”  louis sighed, seemingly defeated;  though he continued on with his rant,  “but i didn’t want to do it ten years later.  i’m nearly an adult and here i am, wearing my dad’s stuff from the nineties to the ministry.”  he’d recently hit a sizable growth spurt, and everything was awful for the young weasley boy.  not that he’d ever been too coordinated before, he was simply ungraceful now.  nothing fit and his only saving grace was that his voice had already changed and quit cracking.  well, mostly. 

Minnie tried very hard to keep from laughing but it was a losing battle. Louis just looked so ridiculous and she was in a good mood, so the laughter just bubbled up. This summer was good for her, having the Quidditch league to focus on and a reason to get out of the house. “You seriously haven’t been able to get anything new? That’s just shameful.”

I’m Kay, this is Minnie, the actual love of my life and some details about her are under the cut!

POPPY: it's silver and has the letters p and h on it and a badger charm.

POPPY: my sister gave it to me & i'm kinda freaking out just a bit.

Minnie: ummmm i don't think i have sorry

Minnie: i'll keep an eye out

“So, how early is too early for sangria? Because I think if the sun is this hot already that you should def cool off with a cocktail. Right?”

“Is there a time limit? Because there shouldn’t be, and since no one is really around to give us any grief about it, I say yes. We should definitely get a cocktail. Or two.”