PROMPT: "Do you have any headcanons about Percy and Audrey's daughters? Oddly specific headcanon questions (if you like): what are their favorite animals, and what are the things they do that most annoy their parents?" Molly II and Lucy

CAUSELESS REBEL

Dad was reading his paper. Mum was buttering her toast. Lucy was delicately drinking her morning coffee. Molly sat at the table with a loud thump, the buckles of her leather jacket clanking a bit.

"I cut my hair," Molly announced to the table.

"I saw," her father hummed, taking a bite of toast he hadn't bothered to put jam on.

"It's nice," her mother said with a smile. "Very tall!"

"It's a mohawk."

"Mmm hmm," said Dad, not bothering to look up at it again. Molly crossed her arms. She'd hoped for more of a response than this.

Lucy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Teddy's was taller. And blue."

"Well... Well I was considering changing the color. Everyone wants Weasley-red hair, and I'm just as ready to get rid of it. Might dye it."

"Dye it?" her father asked, finally looking over his paper. Oh he thought he was going to dictate to her that she couldn't dye her hair? Well he had another thought coming if— "Red hair doesn't turn out all that well with a lot of different dyes, so you might want to get it done by a professional or something. Your Uncle Bill tried to dye his on his own and it turned the color of sick. If you need me to pay for it, I'm happy to, but you might want to just charm your hair instead. I'm not the best at them, but we can work on it together if you like."

"Oh why do I even BOTHER!" Molly let out, kicking the table leg.

Her dad was looking at her with a bored expression. "Bother with what?"

"NEVERMIND!" Molly barked, feeling every long inch of her the fool. Every time she tried to get a rise out of her dad it didn't work. The rest of the meal she pouted and picked at her food. Dad finally folded his paper, cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed his briefcase and kissed each of them on the top of their head as he always did, though he gave a laugh as he had to lean in at a funny angle to kiss Molly on the top of her heavily gelled hair. He Flooed to work, and Molly was left wanting to toss a plate at the wall.

"What's wrong, verucca?" asked Mum, cleaning up the table.

"Maybe I should get a tattoo of a miniature donkey."

"And you're pouting about this because..."

"No matter what I do, someone in this gigantic family has done it first!"

"You know, if you're wanting to rebel, maybe you should ask your father for advice," her mother laughed. "After all, your father is the most rebellious one in the family."

"No he's not!" Molly scoffed.

Lucy's eyebrows popped in surprise. "He kind of is!"

"How?"

Her father abided by rules, was polite all the time, dressed like an accountant, and generally was the stuffiest person she knew.

"Well, while everyone else in the family was getting tattoos, piercings, dressing cool, being loud, playing Quidditch and doing dangerous or fun jobs, your dad was the only one dressing unobtrusively, doing unglamorous work at the Ministry, and is a bit more-"

"Boring?"

"Reserved!" her mother said with a look that made Molly's cheeks turn red. Okay, she'd crossed the line there. "If everyone was 'the cool kid' no one would be. And your dad cuts his own path in a very colorful family."

Molly gave a sullen shrug. She didn't want to admit being wrong quite yet.

"Well, I have to get going myself. Clean up your dishes, girls. I'll see you later today." Her Mum kissed Lucy on top of the head, then kissed Molly on her forehead, avoiding her hair. "You can probably get this mohawk look with less hair product, yes?"

"Probably..."

Her mother lightly cuffed the back of her head. "Be nice about your dad!" she called before Apparating away.

Percy gave a sigh as Audrey snuggled up to him, her curls falling across his chest.

"Molly's really pushing the limits of my patience right now."

"Same here," Audrey laughed. "She truly is embodying a 'rebel without a cause.'"

"That she is. I don't care what she does, I just care that she's actively trying to irritate me?"

"Hmm... Maybe you should feign shock. She might float the idea of getting a miniature donkey tattoo in front of you at breakfast tomorrow."

"A tattoo? Oh horror of horrors! I've never in all my years imagined my daughter wanting to... to..."

"Desecrate her body!"

"Yes! Desecrate her body in such a devious fashion! I am shocked. SHOCKED!"

The two of them folded into one another, laughing.

"Honestly, if she came out wearing a matching pink sweater set, a hair bow and pearls, then I'd actually be shocked and appalled."

"Thank goodness she doesn't know about Umbridge then," Audrey snorted.

"Two months until she's back in Hogwarts again... You think this 'causeless rebel' phase will pass soon?"

"If it doesn't, maybe we should send her to your Mum's for a bit. She can get all the shocked reactions she wants then."

"I'd like to enjoy some time with her before school starts," Percy frowned. "Maybe we should send her to the Burrow sooner rather than later."

"This Thursday soon enough?"

"That'll do."