never in her wildest dreams

by kerosene v e i n s

People often compare her to sapphires, along with the rest of her glittering family. It should be rubies, she thinks, and wonders where on earth the blue came from. 30 drabbles centered around Molly Weasley II, challenge response.

3. hundreds

Disclaimer: I think this is probably the last time I say it for this fic- I don't own any part of the Potterverse. Everything belongs to J.K.

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3. Hundreds

She can feel their eyes on her wherever she goes- dark and accusing and full to the brim of questions so she stalks down the halls, looking everywhere but there, everyone but them, everything but that. Her painted face and frosted lips are terrifying and she's quaking with fear because she's ohsoconfused and ohsobeautiful and she doesn't know when to stop.

(But they say they do even though their gazes speak for themselves (shout- scream, even) -why?)

And it's because there's not a single reason why and a hundred reasons why not and she has no idea where to start.