Penelope + Molly - Blog Posts

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molly couldn’t remember the last time she had seen penelope. she had heard rumours about her and percy’s relationship and had met the younger woman a time or two. she thought, if they were true, they made a cute couple. she seemed to calm percy. they balanced each other. she also had bonded with the other woman about their respective careers, penelope being and development specialist and her being a special education teacher.

when penelope took her hand, she gave the young woman a squeeze of the hand and a soft smile. it was a small, but very much appreciated gesture. that was all she needed, really, was the small gestures. she wasn’t one to call attention to herself. “and percy’s a lot more like arthur than the rest of our kids,” she said, giving a shaky laugh. “i know, i just worry. i’m a mum, it’s second nature.”

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It was odd, speaking to Mrs. Weasley after all these years. In a way, she represented a life that Penelope had thought she might have, a life with Percy. It was bittersweet meeting her, when Pen hadn’t really spoken to Percy in years. But his mother was wonderful, and a great resource when Penelope was first researching the magical world’s way of handling early and special needs education. Pen wouldn’t let her feelings get in the way of her relationships with the other Weasleys though, goodness knows there were too many of them around to be petty about it. 

Penelope wished there was anything she could do to help, not only Arthur but the others who had been taken. She felt sick when she imagined what Michael and Padma might be going through. Mrs. Weasley must be feeling a thousand times worse. She smiled at the other witch, admiring her strength as she laughed despite the chaos in her life. “My dad’s the worrier in my family,” Pen offered. Thinking of his mother-henning made Pen smile, missing him terribly even though she’d visited her parents a few weeks ago. “Mr. Weasley knows you’ll be worrying though, right? So he’ll be even more motivated to get back.” 

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molly looked over to the voice that had just spoken to her and smiled. it was always nice to see a familiar face other than her family. yes, she loved them to death. and yes, she appreciated everything they did. but they were pretty good at getting on her nerves.

“a personal favorite of mine is mixing salt and sugar,” she said as she laughed. truth be told, when she stress ate, she didn’t care what she was eating. she would eat just about anything. she just happened to be passing honeydukes. “hi, honey,” she said with a soft smile still present on her face. “i’ve been better.” she couldn’t help but to think about when arthur had been attacked by nagini and how he had recovered, allowing some hope that her husband was safe. 

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Penelope could imagine what Mrs. Weasley was going through, to an extent. Her fear of having the same or worse happen to her own family had lead to Penelope taking her family and leaving the country entirely. A coward’s move maybe, but her family had been safe. Those who’d been taken were a harsh reminder of what could have been, and what might be again. 

“There is something irresistible about the combo,” Pen agreed, taking a box of the truffles she’d been considering off the shelf. Now that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned it, salted caramel and dark chocolate was exactly what she needed. If only she knew what Mrs. Weasley needed, though. Pen hadn’t seen the other witch in years, really, not after she and Percy... And the woman’s husband had been taken, there were no words or gestures in the world that would make that okay. In the end she settled on clasping the other witch’s hand in hers for a moment, wishing silently that things would get better soon. “If Arthur is anything like his son,” Penelope said quietly, “He’s smart and resourceful and he will find his way back to you.” 

The worst part of having errands to run in Hogsmeade was the glaring temptation of Honeydukes. The doors seemed to have some sort of summoning array carved into them, the pull was so irresistible. (Or at least that’s what Pen would say, if she were asked.) It was therefore completely unsurprising to Penelope when she found herself walking right through the doors. 

She was standing between displays, trying to decide between dark chocolate and salted caramel truffles and lemon and raspberry cauldron cakes when she realized she’d stopped next to an achingly familiar head of red hair. Penelope smiled at Mrs. Weasley’s little quip, knowing a little bit of what the other witch must be going through. “Salty foods are my stress go-to,” Pen admitted. “Sugar’s up there too, though. Hi, Mrs. Weasley. How are you holding up?” 

molly wasn’t quite sure what her head space was. she had been told that there was still hope. kingsley had been let go, afterall, safely (albeit, with his memory erased of the incident). arthur was one of the strongest people she had ever met, having not only put up with the bullshit the ministry had thrown at him over the years, but also being attacked by nagini. she still worried, though. she couldn’t lose her husband so soon after losing her son. he was her rock.

not being able to stay in the house any longer, she made her way to hogsmeade, needing some time to herself out of the house that reminded her so much of her husband. spotting a little pop up full of chocolate, molly stopped and got some. when a person stopped next to her, she casually said, “unfortunately i’m a stress eater and i also love chocolate. it’s not a good combination.”