Hi everyone! This is Chapter 4. Some words may be spelled differently to how some of you may know them, but that's just because some words are different from where I come form. Thank you again if you have loved, followed or reviewed me, I appreciate it a lot. Not much happens in this chapter, but hold tight for next chapter, when she has her first class with Trelawney. Kisses, TD
Molly lay in her bed in the Hufflepuff 1st,2nd & 3rd year girl's dorm by the Hufflepuff common room. Next to her was Ania, who she had become rather good friends with after they had both been sorted into Hufflepuff. Despite the warmth and comfort of the Hufflepuff common room, Molly could not get to sleep. A thousand thoughts whizzed around in her brain, jostling around like a swarm of angry bees. Even the slightly pleasing thought of her cousin being in Hufflepuff too cheered her only a little, as she couldn't bear the thought of having to tell the rest of her family. How will they feel about her? Would they disown her to get a better daughter who wasn't categorized as a nobody? No, she was just being silly. Fleur and Bill must have been fine with Lois being a Hufflepuff, and he seemed perfectly happy. Her parents loved her, she was sure of it. But the more Molly Hilton tried to tell herself that it was fine, the less fine she felt. She eventually drifted off into a restless sleep, lulled by her deeply breathing classmates and the warm smell of baking apples and pastry that wafted over from the kitchen.
The morning brought a new light to Hogwarts, and even Molly felt better when she woke to the golden sun streaming through windows and onto her face. She smiled, stretched, and looked around her. The sun made the girls dorm look even more homely, with the friendly yellows and oranges. Each bed had a cosy yellow and black patchwork quilt over the duvet for cold nights, and all the furniture was made from warm honey-coloured wood. Molly had a small desk of drawers and miniscule attached bookshelf all to herself, where she stored most of her belongings, but there were also drawers under each bed, along with an space for her now empty trunk to slide out of sight. Her baby pygmy-puff that she had bought from her uncle's shop squeaked softly from his makeshift bed, and her kitten mewled and rubbed herself against Molly's leg, her soft fur comforting the girl.
The young girl checked her timetable, then groaned inwardly, realising she had only an hour to get clean, dressed, have breakfast and find her way to her first class, Astronomy with Professor Trelawney. Molly, tired as she was and not looking forward to climbing all those stairs to the Astronomy tower, was bursting with excitement to meet Trelawney, the daughter of the woman herself who spoke the great prophecy about her uncle Harry Potter. She had passed away a few years ago, as an old lady, and her daughter had taken her position, and Molly hoped that the young woman would be as eccentric as her mother was.
Molly pulled on a sweater and some jeans, and the compulsory black cloak, which now had the Hufflepuff crest sown onto it by magic, and dashed down to the great hall, passing through the Fat Friar in her rush to get there in time.
Still shivering from that cold encounter, Molly arrived at the big doors to the Great Hall, which were now flung wide open, embracing the students that were coming in and out of the Hall, chattering to on another. Molly was glad that no one took a second glance at her, unlike her cousin James, who had just started first year like her. Lily and Albus too, would be surrounded by curious glances and excited whispers once they started at Hogwarts in a couple of years. For they were the kids of the legendary, Harry Potter, who saved the wizarding world. Luckily, she was just a red-headed Weasly, and there were plenty of those.
Looking around for the Hufflepuff table, Molly caught a glimpse of Alice, waving to her. Smiling slightly, Molly went to sit with her friend, remembering that she had been placed in Hufflepuff too, like her mother Hannah. 'Bad night?' Alice queried, noticing the deep bags underneath her friend's eyes. Molly shrugged, tucking into a plate of toast generously slathered with jam. Her parents were right, Hogwarts made the best food one could possibly imagine. But she didn't have time to savour the deliciousness that was entering her mouth, as her class started in only half an hour. Gobbling up the remains of her toast and grabbing a croissant, the Hufflepuff rushed out of the hall, her satchel bumping against her side, making for the astronomy tower.
At last she arrived, with Alice in tow, and sat down to wait for the rest of the students to arrive. Strangely enough, she had been in such a hurry that she had arrived at the tower early instead of being late like she had anticipated, despite the staircases' seeming determination to take her to the wrong class. She had begun to wonder if they had minds of their own, and were purposefully trying to send her in the wrong direction; and she couldn't help but wonder if anyone had ever fallen off one. Looking down into the depths of the school from one of the rapidly turning stairs, Molly had felt a little queasy. But once pointed in the right direction by a friendly ghost, she and Alice had no trouble finding the right classroom, and were now sat on velvety cushions, waiting patiently for the class to begin.