Molly goes to The Holmes' place for Easter holiday.
It was breakfast at the Great Hall and Molly was nibbling absentmindedly with her toast. The second later she wasn't alone anymore, when Sherlock sat beside her and grabbed a toast to himself.
"Morning," she greeted him cheerfully to which the Ravenclaw boy only grunted in reply and bit down on his food.
Molly was used to his grumpy mood so she paid no attention to it. "Bad night, wasn't it?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued eating. Molly just sighed, turning her attention back on the toast. The chatter in the Hall was enough not to create an awkward silence between them, as they sat together.
A dramatic swoosh of wings announced the arrival of the morning post. Molly bent down, when a large and elegant dark brown Eurasian Eagle-Owl flew above their heads and landed gracefully in front of Sherlock.
"Hello, Artemis," said Molly, who was very fond of the bird.
The owl playfully bit her finger while reaching out her leg to Sherlock. He untied the letter attached there and gently caressed Artemis's head, giving her some snacks from the breakfast table. She let out a quiet hoot of appreciation and closed her deep orange eyes in contentment.
Sherlock quickly scanned the letter (judging by the handwriting, Molly guessed it was from his mother) and then closed it with a sigh. Then he turned his body towards the young witch and looked her over from head to toe.
"What is it?" she nervously asked, putting her toast on the plate, where Artemis immediately started destroying it.
"Mummy is inviting you over to our place for the Easter holiday," Sherlock answered. "She is quite persistent. She says, I quote, "If you don't bring her over, I'll be forced to send you to visit Aunt Mildred with daddy and Micky." And since I am not overly fond of my Aunt Mildred, I'm afraid I will leave you no other choice but to come."
Molly grinned happily. Her mother had told her that she would be visiting Molly's older brothers over Easter, so her plan had been to stay at Hogwarts and look over the exam material again to stave off boredom.
"Are you asking?"
"Obviously. But only if you say yes, because otherwise I might just slip some Sleeping Draught in your drink and bring you anyway. But I'm fairly certain you will, since you have no other plans."
The girl, much to Sherlock's surprise, hugged him very tight. "Thank you so much! I've never been to your house before. I would love to come!"
A long whistle and giggling sounded behind their backs, announcing their best friends' arrival, making Molly and Sherlock immediately create some distance between each other. Mary and John were standing, holding hands, and wildly grinning.
"Hello, lovebirds," Mary teased and sat next to Molly behind the table, giving her a friendly bump on the shoulder.
Molly blushed red and stuttered: "Oh! We're not... I mean... It's not... Mary!"
Sherlock was suddenly very interested in cleaning his owl's feathers, but you could see a faint shade of pink cover his cheeks. John sat down and wiggled his eyebrows at Mary, who winked back in return.
"So what's going on?" John asked, grabbing an abandoned Daily Prophet from the table and pouring some cereal with milk into a bowl.
Molly smiled brightly. "Sherlock has asked me over for Easter holiday."
"My mother asked you over for Easter holiday," the boy grumbled, but everybody ignored him.
Mary mouthed a victorious Yeah! in John's direction.
"So when will you be going?"
"Tomorrow. We'll go to Hogsmeade and apparate from there."
Molly's eyes went wide as saucers. "Sherlock..."
"I'm well aware. I can and am allowed, so we'll just do a Side-Along Apparition."
"But..."
"I'm not going to fly to the other side of Great Britain just because you're too big of a- Ow!" Artemis had bit Sherlock's finger.
John laughed. "Even your owl knows when you are being an arse, Sherlock."
Artemis was now trying comfort Molly by insistently pressing her head under the girls hand, so she would scratch her feathers, while sending deadly glares with her fire-coloured eyes in Sherlock's direction. Molly giggled and gave in to the owls persistence, to which she let out a loud hoot.
"Show-off," Sherlock growled, while trying to stop the bleeding.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I am sure about this or I wouldn't be doing it. Now give me your hand!"
Reluctantly she did what he demanded and shifted her backpack so it would stay more comfortably on during the travel. The morning weather was foggy, so they had seen nobody on their way to Hogsmeade. It was also a bit chilly and Molly was beginning to regret her choice of clothes. She tugged at her sleeves, hoping that it would be warmer in England.
Sherlock tightly squeezed her palm and she closed her eyes, in hopes that it will decrease the dizziness. The next moment she felt like she was being pushed through a tight tube. When she knew that the journey was over, her legs gave in and she fell in slow motion face forward towards the ground.
Molly opened her eyes and saw the green grass moving closer, until Sherlock's arms grabbed around her, stopping her from hitting her head. When he was sure that she wouldn't faint or vomit, he helped her stand up straight.
"That was horrible," Molly said with a weak voice and a pale face.
Sherlock huffed. "Honestly, Molly. I don't see why you don't like to apparate. It's the fastest and most convenient way of traveling."
She swatted him weakly and took a water bottle (meant for just this occasion) out of her bag's side pocket. "I get motion sickness. It may be the fastest, but not the most convenient way for me." She drank her water in small sips and then turned the bottle closed.
Sherlock had rolled his eyes and made his way to the large red house, leaving Molly to look around for the first time.
"Ohh," she gasped.
The Holmes' residence stood proudly in the middle of a small lovely garden, filled with colourful flowers, herbs and magical plants. You could tell immediately that it was a wizard family's house. Especially because of the fact that there were actual muggle garden gnomes walking around the flowerbeds, scratching their behinds and trying to pull down their red hats.
Molly was lucky and instead of the foggy wet chilly weather, there was sunshine and light wind. She smiled brightly and breathed in the spring, the scent of freshly mowed grass and flowers filling her lungs.
"Are you coming or not?" Sherlock's sharp voice cut through her dreamy haze. He was standing about 50 feet away at the garden gate, tapping his foot on the road, so Molly smiled and rushed to him, the uneasiness of the travel having worn off.