but she's a forest fire.

“Molly don’t do that. He’s not worth the magic, honestly. Really. I think we’re better off just making a break for it to the common rooms or something. Escape the weirdo.”

“ --- no, he can’t go around thinking this kind of BULLSHIT is okay, ” molly insisted, throwing eddie flax a death glare over the other girl’s shoulder. “ --- what a creep. ”

me: for what

anxiety: its time

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anxiety: :)

FROM: A ghost

FROM: Anonymous

“All right,” Jenny began in a hushed tone. “I just told Eddie Flax I would rather kiss anyone but him.” She turned slightly to see the questionable boy staring at her from the distance. “And now he’s been daring me to kiss people or else him…I’m sorry but I really don’t know what else to do. I really don’t want to hex him again and get detention. That wouldn’t look very good.”

“ --- he WHAT? that slimy piece of ... ” molly struggled with her words for a second, obviously fighting the impulse to swear. “ --- i’ll hex him for you, jen. what a MISERABLE excuse for a wizard. ”

the fact that she had to explain it all to him made arthur feel like the biggest idiot in the whole party. when she asked how he was liking the party, he stared at her for a second too long. “uh— what?” he shifted on his feet and set his empty cup down, finally feeling his high somewhat settle down. he couldn’t tell if he was upset or embarrassed, so he shrugged. “it’s alright for a party planned on school grounds. it’s fun but everything feels…watched?”

she gave him a small shrug accompanied by a half-smile. “ --- well, that makes sense. i’m pretty sure half the SCHOOL is here. ” she took a sip from her cup of punch, and a couple seconds of silence stretched out between them before she spoke again. “ --- do you want to go for a walk? ”

@molprewett

Much to Fabian’s dismay boredom began to set in, and the young man remained seated as his eyes searched the crowd. Perhaps something to do would come to mind. And then he saw a familiar face, Molly. A corner of his lips arched upwards in his rather mischievous nature– Not even his siblings were safe from his pranks. Rather quickly the young man gathered a piece of paper and a quill. Within moments he had written KISS ME on it, because KICK ME would be too cruel to his own sister…Then he was already off in her direction. Practically tackling his sister he embraced the girl, “MOLLY! I missed youuuu…” And that was when he stuck the paper to her back. 

“ --- FABIAN! ” molly exclaimed, hugging her brother back with a mixture of pleased surprise and confused suspicion. “ --- i ... just saw you this morning at breakfast, but, uh, hey, missed you too! ” stepping back, she narrowed her eyes, searching his face. “ --- is everything okay? ”

at the plural use of idiots, arthur frowned. he leaned back, realizing he was leaning into his conversation with molly. “you mean there’s more than just me?” 

he tried not to seem too bothered, and forced another smile back onto his face. “right. we all know mother molly is always around to save the day.” he didn’t mean it harshly, but part of his insecurity about his feelings towards her made the sentence sound meaner than it was. “who’d take care ‘f us?”

“ --- well, i'm guessing my brothers are around here somewhere too, ” molly said, taken aback by arthur’s frown. she glanced down into her cup of punch carefully charmed to make sure it wasn’t alcoholic, feeling the familiar quell of worry slither down the back of her neck at his suddenly frosty attitude. relax, molly. it wasn’t you, he isn’t mad, it’s your anxiety tricking you again. deep breaths. smile. she lifted her eyes again, forcing herself to smile with at least a semblance of confidence. “ --- SO, how are you liking the party? ”

“pffft. of course i know that.” he did not. arthur had been convinced the whole night that he had seen a first year doing shots in a corner with slytherins, so it wasn’t his business to assume younger years weren’t around. his laughter subsided, but the red of his cheeks remained with a foolish grin. he watched her, on her tiptoes, and bit back a you’re so cute. it was always difficult for arthur to keep his composure, around anyone (especially when drunk), but he used all he had in him not to say anything that would creep molly away from him for good. “so… i didn’t think i’d see you here tonight, molly.”

“ --- neither did i, ” molly said honestly. she nearly hadn’t come, but at the last second worry about all the catastrophes that could happen -- and her not there to deal with them -- had forced her out of the gryffindor common room and down to the dungeons. she gave arthur a bright smile, tipping her head to the side playfully, her ponytail swinging behind her. “ --- but then WHO would take care of all my favourite idiots? ”

“Did they put their hand on their forehead making an ‘L’ shape with it too?” She asked, lifting up her hand to make an ‘L’ on her forehead like she’d  described to Molly. “Here lies Loser Molly Prewett, wouldn’t take a shot with a twelve year old,” she giggled, “sorry, I took a hit or two before I came to the party. I’ll be a party hazard if I drink as well.”

“ --- oh, alice, what a FUNNY joke. if you want, i can point you to the other twelve year old. i’m sure that joke would REALLY appeal to his sense of humour, ” molly said, a bit snappishly but mostly fondly. she eyed the other girl suspiciously. “ --- took a hit or two? of what? ”

“ i’m just surprised that there’s any alcohol here at all… ” netty uncomfortably glanced around the room, “ i mean…isn’t it illegal for all of us to be drinking? ” she didn’t ask out of condescension but out of trying to understand. it just didn’t make sense how any of this was possible without there being some kind of repercussions. 

“ --- well, YES, but that hasn’t stopped anyone before. ” she glanced at the other girl, immediately softening upon recognizing an all-too-familiar discomfort. “ --- first party? ”

“you know uh— we uh—- i hate to break this to ya’, but what we’re all doin’ here? illegal.”

“ --- yes, i know. you must be over the MOON. ”

“that is THE funniest thing i’ve heard all night!” had the story come from anyone else, arthur would have laughed all the same. perhaps not as enthusiastically, or for so long, but he would have laughed. had it been anyone else, his cheeks would have still been red from the warmth of firewhiskey in his system, but not also from the joy he felt whenever he was around molly prewett. “they’re TWELVE!”

she couldn’t help but laugh, standing on her tiptoes to reach up and fondly tussle his hair. stupid arthur, getting drunk and laughing and turning the snakes in her stomach into butterflies. “ --- they’re not ACTUALLY twelve, art. you know that, right? ”

“which one of those shits is it?”

“ --- freckleface over there, and i already gave him a talking to, gid, so don’t BOTHER. ”

“Another party? Yeah, sure, why not stand in a overly crowded room full of overly drunk students? Not like there is much else going on out here. And I actually am quite bored of hearing people talk about it non stop.”

“ --- you know, nobody would judge you if you just didn’t come. ”