prompt: literature
pairing: MollyLorcan
writer: Skander-Loves-Redvines
Molly Weasley had always loved reading. Shakespeare, Dickens, Bronte - give her a book and she'd devour it. After a vacation in Alexandria, she'd taught herself to read both Ancient Greek and Latin, so that she could 'broaden her horizons'. But, one day, there came a thing that Molly Weasley couldn't read at all.
Lorcan bloody Scamander.
The boy was absolutely mental. He'd go on and on (and bloody on) about the oddest things. Half the things he talked about were mythical creatures.
(What the hell was a Blibbering Humdinger?)
Ever since the day they'd first met, he'd been so... weird. Always talking about 'nargles' and such. But then, one particularly ordinary day, they'd had a heart to heart conversation.
"Did you know, Molly," he had started, "that the Crumple-Horned Snorcack lives in Sweden? Mum s-"
"I don't bloody care, Lorcan!" Molly had snapped. She crossed her arms, and turned the other way. "I didn't offer a galleon for your thoughts, so don't give them to me." Lorcan said nothing. Instead, he quietly surveyed the single tear slipping down her cheek with silvery-grey eyes, reminiscent of his mother's.
"You know, he wasn't worth it."
"What?" Molly turned around again. Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"
"I said, he wasn't worth it. Finnegan, I mean," Lorcan clarified.
"What do you know?" Molly muttered.
"I know that Nargles breed in mistletoes, and I know that Wrackspurts are attracted to dreams," he stated dreamily. "But I also know that you're better than him, and that he doesn't deserve your tears." She stared.
Molly Weasley loved literature, but if there was ever a thing she couldn't read, it was Lorcan Scamander.
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