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Molly sat upright as a boy approached. Not just any boy - an older boy! The girls in her year were going to be so jealous. "Yes!" she said, thinking she was saving him the trouble of finishing his sentence. But then he gestured to the bowl of mini pretzels beside her and brought a swift end to...

Molly had hoped that by positioning herself tactically on the table closest to the dance floor, somebody would approach and sweep her up, but so far she seemed to be invisible. She wondered what she was doing wrong. Her hair looked nice, she had a pretty dress on, and she was smiling at every...

Molly had debated over whether to try out for keeper or beater, but in the end, though magic was a complex and powerful thing, she couldn't magic her arms to be more muscular, and she just didn't have the strength to whack bludgers as hard as she wanted. It was a shame, really, because it seemed...

Ooh I was just going to start something but I'm down if you are Clara :teehee:

Molly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why didn't the professor believe her? She had a great big cut on her arm! Well, it was more of a scratch, but there was a little bit of blood, and it really did hurt. She was about to ask the professor if he was stupid when the Slytherin leaned in and...

Molly didn't care to look at what she'd done. It was just a stupid book. This was her arm! "IT'S NOT A SCRATCH, IT REALLY HURTS. YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!!" She spun around at the sound of somebody behind her. Finally! "Nova threw a chair at me," she explained, first to the older Slytherin, and...

Was Nova crying? Over a book? Molly wondered briefly whether it had been a special book, a gift from a sick relative or friend, or something, and then realised she didn't care. It was Nova's fault for not knowing how to share. If anything, she'd done a good thing, teaching her a lesson about how...

Molly was half way across the courtyard when she realised Nova wasn't following her. She frowned. Well, that was no fun. How could she get Nova into trouble if she didn't provoke her into violence? She walked back over to the arts room door and popped her head around it? "Have you solved it...

Riiiip. Molly looked down at the half of the puzzle book she'd managed to hold on to, a grin spreading across her face. It was what Nova deserved, for being so unwilling to share. "Oops?" she said, not even bothering to hide her delight. The only thing that made her falter slightly was the look...

Molly held her side of the book even tighter, determined not to let the selfish Ravenclaw take it back from her. "Just let me see," she said, giving the book a sharp tug. "If you were going to solve it, you'd have finished ages ago. You might as well let me try."

Molly raised her eyebrows. Rude. "I guess you don't want to solve it very much," she said. "I'm only trying to help. Let me see." She reached to try to pry the riddle book from beneath Nova's hand.

"No, it's okay, I'll do it," said Molly quickly. The last thing she needed was Tres getting involved, and it transpiring that Eric had an alibi. "I don't want him to start on you, too. But it's fine, I can handle him." She looked down at her arms and grimaced. "I need to shower. Will you come...

Molly nodded. "Yes, I'm OK. Just embarrassed," she added. Tres couldn't possibly think she was lying when she was admitting to something so embarrassing. She glanced quickly at the nearest table, trying to think of somebody she couldn't see. "I... I didn't really see, but I think it was Eric."...

This wasn't the reaction Molly had hoped for. Tres looked surprised, but she didn't look particularly worried, or sympathetic. Clearly Molly wasn't trying hard to enough. She sniffed and wiped her face, smearing mud on her nose. "I was walking back from the greenhouse and someone... someone...

Open after Pheeb A thunderstorm wasn't the only thing brewing that afternoon. Molly had a plan. She was sick and tired of Tres asking for her stupid orange sweater back - the one she'd had on loan since the first day of school. Actually, it wasn't a stupid sweater, it was a lovely sweater, snug...

Molly had decided that if she ever died and became a ghost, she was going to haunt the conglomerated arts room. She spent pretty much all her free time there anyway. On afternoons like these it was usually empty, and so it was with visions of several uninterrupted hours of painting that she...

Molly scooted over to give Adorah room to sit down beside her. Easy things. She bristled at the implication. All right, yes, Molly was a beginner, and you had to start somewhere, but she hated feeling inferior, and was convinced Adorah was making a pointed remark about how much better she was...

Thank youu!! I'll start the other one ASAP :3

"That's true," said Molly, trying not to sound disappointed. "OK, I'll call you Ada. It's like we're best friends already. Or sisters!" she beamed. She had always wanted a sister, but, well, her dad couldn't really make that happen all by himself, and he didn't seem likely to get another...

"I'll be OK," said Molly bravely. She didn't want the nurse looking at her finger and seeing there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. She took it out of her mouth and squeezed it in her other hand, assessing the damage done to the room instead. Perhaps the easel was faring worse than her...