~ooO Against : Molly Weasley Ooo~

Molly Weasley nee Prewett was enraged by the perceived slight towards her family and she was doing no good at hiding it. Everyone could see she was soaked kerosene waiting for a spark to set off an firestorm. Anyone with good sense detoured around the red-haired witch though there were many who deliberately stayed within earshot for a first-hand view for when she blew. Of course Molly Weasley didn't have the intelligence and experience to realise all the witches and wizards around her were waiting for a show. She was more interested in fuming inwardly and hissing venomous slurs upon one particular witch.

Molly Weasley could not believe that one of her children had not drawn the Sword. How could that stupid Enchantment bounce her babies off the path?! The Weasleys were a Light family and Gryffindors through-and-through. And how could the Enchantment be so indiscriminate as to choose a … Muggleborn? An ugly, swotty, scarlet-letter witch instead of her own baby boys and girl? Or even Harry, the dear boy, though she wasn't quite happy with him not getting back with Ginny.

Molly's face twitched as she tried to maintain a pleasant composed expression though everyone could see the small tics in her cheek whenever she heard the clear precise tones of a particular younger witch. And then when she saw that black-hearted snake laugh and lift that scarlet witch's hand and kiss it she almost lost it. How dare she?! That hussy! Making faces with that Slytherin Snake! How could she even show herself in public after sinking so low as to bond with a Dark Wizard?! The Dark Lord's own ancestor! And to think poor Ron had pined after the wicked witch. Molly's face turned red as she fumed inwardly. But before she gathered up enough steam to go marching up to the new Magical Queen she was restrained by an under-voiced "Petrificus Totalus."

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