I'm sorry! I forgot to say: Disclaimer: I really don't own anyone or anything. Thank you for reading!
She was flitting through a forest, and looking back, she could see Hogwarts castle shimmering in the distance. She turned back around to dance with a light. It was dazzlingly bright, and warm in the cool night air. It came closer and closer to her, but suddenly went out.
Molly awoke with a start from that same old nightmare. "Bloody light," she grumbled, pulling herself out of bed. She changed quickly, and rubbing some sleep from her eyes, decided it would just be one of those days. She wouldn't bother with make-up. No one ever saw her in her office anyway.
She arrived at the Ministry early, as usual. The nightmare was more frequent than she cared to admit, and served as her alarm clock. Taking a seat at her desk in the Department of International Cooporation, she sighed at all the papers to look through.
Molly had never really wanted a desk job, especially at a young age. It was tedious and boring. She was a people person; she wanted to be out talking to them and helping them with their problems. (Maybe then someone would realize she wanted help too.) She thought.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, she grasped the first paper. Furrowman, Linda, 19, graduated from Beauxbatons at age 17, wishes to- "Wait a minute," Molly muttered, sitting up straight and bringing the paper closer to her face. "Furrowman...Bloody hell,"
Without warning tears spilled over and cascaded down her face. "Linda...Furrowman...Hell," she gasped. "I'm stuck at this rotten desk job, AND HE GOT RUDDY MARRIED?" She stood hastily, scattering the papers from her desk onto the floor. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the cramped office, not caring about the rest of her belongings.
"Molly?" Someone called. "Molly, what the devil happened to you?" A young man, David Pointer, reached out to grab her arms gently.
"Let go of me David," she said cooly. "I can't take it anymore. I can't deal with any of these- these people anymore," with each word, she crumpled up Linda Furrowman's immigration request tighter in her fist.
David frowned, and took her hand gently. He pried the paper from her grasp, and pulled her back to her office where the rest of their coworkers could not see or hear the two. "What have you got against...'Linda Furrowman, who wants to join her family in Britain?'"
"I- what? Family?" Molly snatched the paper back from David, who looked completely bewildered, and skimmed the paper frantically. "'Father, mother, and brother Sean Furrowman,'" she whispered. "Bloody hell, he's not married." She let her arm drop and the form fluttered to the ground as she released it.
"Look," David said slowly, "I guess this Sean guy means something to you; old flame?" He looked searchingly at her but received only a blank stare. "But for the record, love," he said softer, tilting her chin up towards him, "it's his loss, not yours. I know you hate the desk job, but it'll work itself out soon enough,"
He swayed a little, looking like he was going to lean in towards her, but swallowed, and left, leaving the office door open a crack.
She heard a voice in the distance, "Molly alright in there, mate?"
"Yeah," David responded casually. "Nothing really, cat died yesterday, huge loss for her..."