HP=? you guessed it. JK. Now tougher question. OC=?. That's right! Me. The girl who gets angry doing yoga and gets way too into fictional worlds.
This is a short chapter. Just a little thing. Hope you like it nonetheless.
Chapter 6: Oi, Molly
Kat had gone into Ginny's room, not to go to sleep, but to dig in her trunk for the gallons she had kept aside for her and Boston's school things. Boston and Kat had come to an agreement long ago that they wouldn't discuss how much Kat really did help out financially. Of course, Boston had handed Kat enough gallons for the basics, but Kat always added her own coins so Boston could have the best.
She grabbed the small pouch and shuffled quickly back down the stairs to the kitchen where Molly was cleaning up, pointing her wand hither and thither, trying to get it all spotless again.
"Oi, Molly," Kat started softly as to not startle the poor woman.
She turned with a smile. "Oh, yes, dear?" She wiped her hands down the front of her bold and stained yellow apron she had somehow dawned between dinner and now.
"I got Boston's and my letters and our share for them." She placed the letters and the pouch on the table between them.
"Your share, dear?" She scrunched her eyebrows together. Then her eyes settled on the pouch. "Oh, no dear, please, I've got it." She tried to wave it away.
"Molly, truly, we insist. Boston was nearly in tears, thinking you might not let us pay our share." Kat might have been exaggerating but not by much.
"Oh, but," Molly tried.
"And it's not as if Harry isn't paying for his school things; I know he has given you access to his vault for these things, and to be honest, if I could let you into mine, I would as well, but, well," Kat trailed off slightly. "Oh, and if you could do me a favor," Kat reached into her back pocket and pulled out a handful more gallons, "I don't know what to get everyone for Christmas, and you're the best at presents. I can guess for the Twins and Boston, but everyone else, I'm a bit hopeless. If you wouldn't mind, that is, could you just look, and if you see something that I could give to the family as a gift, could you pick it up for me?"
Kat knew that she didn't have to get gifts for everyone, in fact, no one would have expected her to. Kat was also brilliant at giving gifts, it was something she prided herself on, but Molly loved helping out more than anything, and it was a relatively simple way to distract her from the original problem.
"Well, of course, I can, and I'll send everything I find with you, of course, but you'll have to wrap it yourself." She waved a finger in Kat's direction. She couldn't help but smile.
"Of course, Molly. You're a real lifesaver." The older witch moved around the table to squeeze Kat into a rather painful hug.
"Of course, dear." She let go and waved another finger at Kat. "Now you'll write and write often. I want to hear all about your year."
"I can tell you during Christmas," Kat started.
"I expect you'll be wanting to stay at Hogwarts this year," Molly said as if it were some off-handed comment, but her small smile betrayed her.
"Why?" Kat asked with intrigue lacing her words.
"You'll find out soon enough dear, now off to bed; you'll be getting up rather early." Molly started kindly shoving Kat towards the stairs. She chuckled to herself and made her way upstairs, slightly worried about what early meant in the Weasley home.
Kat and mornings do not mix
