i didnt get any new reviews very depressing.
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Molly Weasley stirred the soup clockwise. She had wanted to teach Ginny this. Ginny had always hated cooking and avoided it with all her willpower. Molly just wished she hadn't been so stubborn.

Molly Weasley had wanted to teach Ron how to appreciate art. She never got to teach him, he never had time for her. Molly just wished he hadn't been so preoccupied.
Molly Weasley had wanted to teach Fred and George to be gentlemen. She never got to teach them, they grew up in a flash. Molly just wished they'd waited for her.

Molly Weasley had wanted to teach Percy how to have fun. She never got to teach him, he was always working. Molly just wished he'd taken a rest.

Molly Weasley had wanted to teach Charlie how to tie his necktie properly. She never got to teach him, he loved his dragons. Molly just wished he loved them less.

Molly Weasley had wanted to teach Bill how to be proper. She never got to teach him, he always did his own thing. Molly just wished he listened more.

Molly just wants them back now; she doesn't care about what she didn't teach them. Only that she loved them every fault and achievement.


Being the eldest was never his choice. He had hated how he had to look after Charlie. He'd yell at his mother how he hated being eldest.
All he could do now was watch Charlie yelling as he tried to reach for the wound in his chest.
The medics rushed around him blocking Bill's view. Bill didn't care; he just wanted to see his brother survive.
Charlie screamed when they performed a healing spell on him that shut the gushing torrent of blood…for a moment. Barely a second later, the wound reopened along with Charlie's screams splitting the air. Bill closed his eyes and blocked his ears. For a second he was in peace, there was no Charlie dying on the table, there were no medics falling over themselves rushing to get the precious potions to Charlie and there were no painful, deafening screams splitting the air.
Bill opened his eyes and he saw the blood running forth like a river. He realised. Charlie was going to die.
He ran to his first brother's side and grasped onto his hand.
"Don't die! You can't die on me you bastard!" Bill bellowed as tears streamed down his dirt stained cheeks, "we're were supposed to go through this together! You promised me!"
Charlie's eyes opened and for a moment, just a moment he was quietly looking at his brother.
"Goodbye Bill, you'll always be my brother" Charlie spoke softly.
Bill collapsed onto the ground. Charlie was gone.
In just a moment he was loosing everyone he loved.
Bailey Scrolls readjusted her army uniform. She was a news reporter for a quietly popular teen magazine called Echo.
They did hard-core article showing the true sides to everything that their article published.
She tied up her hair into an inconspicuous bun under her army helmet and walked into the trenches.
She had trained for this for the past three months and was considered an able hand in fighting. She had graduated from Writers Academy with top honours.
Bailey walked down into the trenches and cringed at the damp and murky smell of the trenches. She got adapted to it quickly; she hadn't won the Writer of the Year award for nothing last year.
Taking out her small camera from her pocket she approached a group of soldiers playing cards.
"Hi I'm from the newspaper called Echo" Bailey said sitting down on a spare seat.
A few mumbled replies were the only answer.
'This is going to be a bumpy ride' Bailey thought as she took out her notepad.