This is Heavenly Survivor's prompt: Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it. Read and review! Enjoy!

Molly Weasley was a perfectionist. You could tell by looking at her. The way her hair is pulled back in a bun, not a hair out of place, the easy her clothes don't have a speck of lint or a wrinkle, the way she eats, not a crumb on the table, clothes, or the dish. As a perfectionist, cleaning her room wasn't always the funnest thing. It required alot of work.

Audrey had been kindly asked not to touch her room when she was away. The dust had to be removed a certain the way, the blankets must be folded in thirds. The list was endless. The first thing Molly did was strip the bed. She removed the blankets, folding them nearly before placing the time them on a nearby chair. She took the sheets off starting at the top left corner, to the bottom left corner, to the top right corner, to the bottom right corner. She took them to the washing machine and put them in. When they were done, she let them sit for exactly two minutes and forty six seconds. Then, she took them out of the of the washer and put them in the dryer using exactly three and half fabric softener sheets. It drove her family crazy when she ripped them in half, but she didn't really mind. She waited exactly one minute and fourteen seconds and then took them out of the dryer. She put the sheet back on the bed, slipping it on the bottom right corner to the top right corner to the bottom left corner to the top left corner. Then, she put on the hilt her mother made for her and the knit throw her father knitted for her. She could still hear the clicking of his knitting needles, the curses in the air whenever he messed up, her mother scolding him for cursing, and laughing at him when he messed up. The blanket was uneven, short, and old but Molly adored it.

When she was done with that, she would take out all of her clothes from her trunk and iron them before hanging them up by color in her closet. From right to left it was lightest to darkest. The clothing had to be the same color as the hanger. When she finished that, she took out all of her statues and positioned them in the right place. The position varied. The statue adjacent to the other one, could never be in the same direction. They had to be exactly 2.5 inches apart. Lucy couldn't stand seeing them. So, she never visited Molly. Not that she minded. The thought of someone being in her room made her palms sweat. After, placing each one in the proper position, she would take out all of her homework and work on it in one session. All of her homework was stored in color-coded folders. Transfiguration was blue, Herbology was yellow Defense Against the Dark Arts was white Potions was a lime green, Astronomy was black, Charms was red , Muggle Studies was purple, Arithmancy was pink, and Care of Magical Creatures was grey. Once all that was done, it was usually time for dinner. Then she could rest. This is how supposed to be done sometimes things did not go as she planned.

It all started when Lucy's room was to be painted. She had to share Molly's room. Lucy was not very clean. Her room usually have clothes all over the floor. Her homework but sometimes lost because it was not organized. Lucy was basically the opposite of Molly. Molly was dreading sharing her room. Lucy got your room before she did. When she entered her bed has been stripped. Molly felt her Palms begin to sweat. She saw Lucy grab everything out of the wash and put it in the dryer. Molly went over to her her face Ashen. Lucy had failed put in three and a half fabric softener sheets. She also got her her wash out too soon. She began to shout at Lucy. After about 15 minutes of yelling Molly went to the living room to stew over what had just happened. She felt a little guilty since Lucy was only trying to help. She didn't realize how long she been there until the dryer buzzed. She heard Lucy bolt to the dryer and grab the items. Molly went to stop her, but Lucy had already put all the sheets and blankets on her bed. Molly irritably adjusted the items. Lucy looked at her guiltily before backing into her shelf, breaking some of Molly's statues. Lucy ran away before Molly can say anything. Molly sighed and went to hang up her clothing. Lucy had taken some of her hangers. Her yellow blouse did not have a yellow hanger. Molly did not know what to do. She folded her yellow blouse and went to get her homework. She dropped her blue folder in the fireplace. Molly cannot believe her luck today. It was Murphy's Law. Molly went to look for new blue folder and yellow hanger. She was glad her parents were not home or they would be mad at her for yelling at Lucy. But then again, they could have helped her... Molly managed to find a dingy yellow hanger. She look at it the same disdainfully before hanging up her blouse. She heard her parents into the house. She sighed as she looked at her messy room. Saw her mother at the doorway.

"Rough day, Molly?" She asked, picking up one of Lucy's t-shirts and folding it neatly.

"You could say that," Molly muttered.

"Well, I got one thing to say to you," Audrey said, placing the article of clothing on Lucy's messy bed. Molly raised her eyebrows.

"Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it." Audrey left the room, little did she know that she just changed Molly's life. Molly's room was never the same again.

Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it was lame. Thanks for reading and have a nice day! Love , EmilyHarmony