A/N: Few more swears in this one. Sorry…but you know those teenagers…can't control themselves…LOL. Review? By the way...at the beginning, it's kinda Lucy imploring her older sister in the middle of the common room while Molly acts like a wall--emotionless, refuses to talk--you know. Angsty teenager-ish. And the 'muffled moan' is Molly's.

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Lucy Weasley

Wall

"Molly? Mols? Please tell me if you're okay! Molly! MOLLY FUCKING WEASLEY, WHAT IS GOING ON?"

No response. Redheads arguing. People staring.

Grimly, "Lou, we're going in."

Still no response.

"We're talking to a wall here!" The blonde boy glares at the elder redhead.

Frenzied whispers.

"Get Freddie. He'll know."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A younger boy, walking with a saunter and a sly grin.

"What is it, Luce?"

"Molly's being a dick."

"Aah. And you want to know why? We'll tell you—for a price."

"Always the plural—always the price! Fine, how much?"

"We just want a joke tester."

"Uncle George and Uncle Fred would be proud. If, I mean, Uncle Fred were alive…"

"He lives through me!" Thumping on chest. Groans.

"Louis, will we do it?"

"It's dangerous, but worth it."

Eldest girl glaring daggers at the imp-boy.

"We'll do it."

Muffled moan.

"That idiot Sam Collins broke up with her."

"What? How could he? Molly's the best thing that ever happened to him! What an idiot! Good Merlin, I will murder that arse when I get my hands on him! What a jerk! I—I—"

Tirade over, the younger girl puts her head on her sister's shoulder. "I forgive you for being a wall, Mol. Collins is a complete—complete—"

"D-bag?"

"Eh. That's too nice. But thanks for the suggestion, Lou. Anyways, Molly, have you seen the way Kent Corner looks at you? Ask him out. Don't waste your time on Sam Collins." Spit words. Scowls.

Suddenly, dissolving into tears. "Thank you, Lucy. I love you so much. But it's not fair—Sam and I were p-perfect together! B-But out of the b-blue he bro-oke up with m-me!"

"It's okay." Patting shoulders. Hugs.

Isn't it a joyous day when walls dissolve and sisterhood is left?