Written for Morning Lilies' Connect the Weasleys Challenge at HPFC. Prompts: Molly/Roxanne, shooting star
Dear Cousin Roxanne, how is Hogwarts?
I am eating raisins and I wish you were here. I miss your star dome.
Love Molly.
She folded up the bit of parchment with a smile and tucked it in her robes. She received a dozen or so of those notes already. When six-year-old Molly Weasley said she'd write every day, she meant it. Granted, most of the letters were one or two sentences long, but still. Roxanne resolved to get her Aunt Audrey and Uncle Percy nice gifts for Christmas. And some owl pellets for poor Medea.
At the Great Hall, she buttered a slice of bread and bit in, chewing slowly.
Molly and Lucy were the youngest in their family. Her uncle married much later than his brothers and sister, and his children became the older cousins' dollies. Everything they did was cooed over, or proclaimed adorable.
But where Lucy was a firebrand, Molly was silent. Roxanne first noticed this on their family trip last summer. The Potters sprang for tickets to Barcelona for everyone—the city was exquisite and the food lovely, but seven days in another land with the entire family made her restless.
Roxanne spent the first few days wandering the streets alone, map and travel book in hand, talking to amused locals in her broken Spanish. She was enjoying immensely until her mother found out, and forbade her to go anywhere without at least one other person.
She was sulking through dinner that night. Her dad kept shooting worried glances at her, but she pretended not to notice, looking at things and people to her right. Her eyes fell on Molly, who was sitting beside her, scribbling something out of view.
"Who's that?" she said.
"Halley," she said. Roxanne craned her neck to see a drawing of a girl, curly haired and smiling, holding a drawstring bag overflowing with pinpricks of light.
"This is a nice drawing, Molly."
"Thank you," the girl whispered, never looking up from the paper.
"I like stars too," she said, and she felt a rush of delight at Molly's eager look. For the rest of the night, the younger girl badgered her about Halley, some constellations, and when she could see Roxanne's astronomical model.
By the end of the trip, Molly wouldn't go anywhere without Cousin Roxanne.
After breakfast, she dashed off to the Owlery to mail her reply. First period was Potions, and she didn't want to be late. She reread her letter to her cousin one last time.
Dear Molly,
Wow, I like raisins too! I'll bring some over next time we visit you. I'll also let you borrow the star dome.
Hogwarts is alright. Did your mum or dad tell you about the ceiling at the Great Hall? You will love it.
I was thinking of your question last time. I know I said no, but I changed my mind. Shooting stars might grant wishes, if you want something bad enough. I know one of mine came true.
Write to me soon!
Love,
Roxanne
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