The Diagon Alley Challenge
Second Hand Shop: The Weasleys are found buying things here. Write a story based on them. Alternatively, second hand can mean old. Your task is to write something pre-Trio era.
Molly Prewett was a fairly short girl, with a short temper and a loud voice. She was the kind of child that was heard whether the adults wanted to hear her or not. She, and her young twin brothers, gave the parents many headaches, so it was with guilty relief that they celebrated when Gideon and Fabian followed their sister into Hogwarts three years after her.
By her sixth year, she had slightly mellowed out, although she remained as short as ever. Although she wasn't chubby or fat by any means, her height meant she looked a couple of years younger than she was.
Arthur Weasley, a boy who, younger than her, was at least a few inches taller than her, was her schoolgirl crush. Eventually it morphed into love, and she could barely look at him without blushing even a bit at first.
He was the opposite of her, personality wise. He was always quite mellow and calm and all around accepting of things, and he had, since his childhood, a fascination with muggles. In fact, he was the most dedicated student in the muggle studies class. He wasn't a Quidditch player, nor was he the smartest and/or the best looking guy near her age.
They met by coincidence. Her friend had a sister in the year below, who'd known Arthur, and they met on an average day in fifth year. There was no special event, or unusual weather. It was a normal day in May, sunny but with the odd cloud.
Their relationship progressed slowly at first. They became friends after a while, but everything went twice as fast in regards to their romantic relationship.
One day they were friends and, quite literally, the next they were in love and acting as if they'd been together for months, not hours. Naturally, people thought it weird, but no one suspected foul play on either's part.
They graduated, and got married and had children, starting with Bill. Arthur went on to work at the Ministry, and Molly was a stay at home mum, enjoying the cooking and the not-so-menial tasks she did.
Every night, Arthur would return from work at ten and, together, they would eat dinner and converse, keeping an ear out in case the babies awoke. Then, they went to sleep, until Arthur woke up early and left for work at eight.
On and on, it was a constant cycle, and he was soon getting called in at weekends. The Death Eaters seemed to enjoy preying on unsuspecting muggles, so Arthur worked overtime for months.
Molly, naturally, felt lonely, but she did well to hide it. She busied herself with taking care of Bill and Charlie, who were growing up quickly, and seemed to like each other well enough, but she still felt bored and discontent with her life at present.
She was fine with her children, but she'd thought her education would've led her to do something else. Her daily repertoire of spells only included cleaning and cooking spells, as well as those to avoid her children getting injured too much. It was dull, and without her husband's presence, she was getting restless.
After all, she was still young.
So, as frequently as she could, she would leave her children with a friend, and she would apparate to the muggle world, where she took up a collection of cooking courses. She learnt not to use her wand, and she made some acquaintances. It wasn't perfect, but it was different.
My entry for the challenge stated up above. I'm really not happy with this entry, but I've been procrastinating for too long, and I'm just going to post it now.
Words: 582
Posted: 10th March 2013