#wecsleys

eyes widening in complete and blatant horror as little bill was nowhere in sight, all that was left was a rather smushed strawberry and the toys that her seemed to have grown bored of -- dropping to her knees, she looked carefully at the spot, of course their son would leave remnants of his little escape -- just follow the strawberry juices molly, what she hadn’t expected was to crawl right into two rather sturdy legs -- legs that she would know anywhere, “trouble --” she greeted rather breathlessly, sitting back on her hunches to peer up at him, “what can i do for you?” if he caught wind of this -- he would never let her live this down, she just had to teach their little terror hide and seek - serves her right. 

pince could argue that her library was in top shape, but nothing would beat the shelves of flourish and blotts, tucked away in a corner, sheltering her dress from the breeze of the front door -- godric knew she didn’t need a repeat of the summer of 75′, molly was happily distracted -- distracted from the stress that could only come from nerves of her first day, distracted from the longing in her heart for more time to be a child and most of all, distracted from the ginger haired boy that tended to haunt her dreams -- 

frank liked to think that he was a simple boy - one that didn’t have too many vices and wasn’t OBNOXIOUS, but he was also a boy who enjoyed his bubble baths far too much, it was his GUILTY PLEASURE. there was something soothing about resting his head against the tile and his torso sunk deep in pastel bubbles -- soft groan escaped his lips as he heard a noise -- “myrtle - we had a conversation about PRIVACY, didn’t we?” the boy called out, not opening his eyes as he sunk deeper into the water to avoid her curious gaze, “you’re a lovely lass --” the boy tried, “just have a girlfriend” and then there was the fact that his ears would bleed from her tantrums and well more importantly, she was a ghost. 

          ‘   .  .  .   anyways  ,   that’s   how   the   muggle   tradition   of   moving   your   furniture   exactly   three   centimeters   to   the   left   every   month   came   about  .   ’