Chapter 51: Molly
Coffee flavour: apple cinnamon
Extra prompts: fary lights, jingle, seashell
Molly's favourite place in the world was probably Shell Cottage.
She loved the Burrow, and adored Hogwarts, of course she did. They were both home, though in different ways. But neither of them seemed to welcome her in like Shell Cottage did.
It seemed like there was always something new there: a steaming apple pie, laced through with the heady scent of cinnamon, just waiting to be shared; bright, delicate fairy lights strung around the living room for Christmas, emitting a soft, ethereal glow, accompanied by the jingle of the windchimes by the back door. It became Molly's refuge from the stagnant emptiness of her own home.
She visted the tiny cottage on the cliff more often than any of her cousins, and was told she was always welcome. She took her aunt and uncle up on their invitation as often as possibly, mostly because Teddy Lupin did too.
Unfortunately, where Teddy Lupin was, Victoire normally was as well, and who would be interested in Molly when Victoire was there, simpering and tossing her hair?
Certainly not Teddy.
I am quite literally giddy with excitement over the fact that this challenge has started up again. I'm seriously looking foward to writing all these drabbles. I just hope I can make some of them at least a little less depressing than this one... :(