Molly Weasley
The next grandbaby that was born into the world was my dear Molly. Yes, Percy named his first-born after me, his mum.
Yeah, I don't really know why. I never asked for it. And no one named their child after Arthur, so it's a bit strange. Though we did give Bill the middle name of Arthur.
Audrey gave birth to Molly two hours and thirty-one minutes after Fleur gave birth to Louis, so you can imagine the chaos and traffic we caused at St. Mungos. And you would think, wouldn't putting both Fleur and Audrey in the same ward be better?! But no, have them on the opposites of the floor. So there was me and Arthur, of course. Bill with Victorie and Dominique, as well as Fleur's parents and sister. And there was Percy, who fainted at the sight of blood. Somehow he lost his glasses in the process, which added to the chaos. And there was Fred and Angelina, with a four month old Fred. Teddy came with Harry, Ginny, and James, who was fourteen months old at the time, I believe. And then Ron and Hermione. Oh yes, I remember. Hermione was six months pregnant then too. And you thought Hermione was bossy when she wasn't pregnant! Only Charlie wasn't there. Charlie doesn't like St. Mungos, and I don't blame him. When Fleur gave birth to Dominique and Charlie visited, the healers saw all his burns and thought something was wrong with him. It was such a hassle arguing with the healers, since they wanted to admit him to the hospital!
Everyone says Molly is a lot like me, but I don't see it. Of course, we share some resemblance, but really I think we are very different. Ever since she was little, Molly was a bit of a hellbringer. She was sassy, always spoke her mind, raised her voice frequently, and has truly inherited the 'Weasley voice.'
I remember when she was young, Audrey had such a hard time getting Molly to wear clothes. Well, no, I mean, she wore clothes of course, but the articles of clothing she wore didn't coordinate well with each other. Arthur, bless him, somehow found some 'cowman' boots that American muggles wear. When Molly first saw them, she insisted that she have them. She was about five at the time. But of course, the size was too big; the boots fit Arthur! After Percy, Audrey, and Molly left, apparently Molly wailed the entire night for the boots. So what did Arthur do to appease are squalling grandchild? He shrunk the boots he bought for himself and gave them to Molly. Our grandchildren are spoiled rotten, I tell you! But that smile on Molly's face as she held the boots was worth it.
So, anyway. The boots. For a few years, Molly wore those boots with everything! Dresses, skirts, pants, tights, you name it! I remember one time she wore the boots with her pony PJ bottoms and a lace blouse for a Sunday dinner. Percy and Audrey were horrified with themselves. But I don't think even Merlin could have gotten her to wear something else.
To this day, Molly still loves wearing boots. She's moved on from those weird cowman boots to other kinds of boots, thank Merlin.