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Dec 9, 2015 5:54:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2015 5:54:52 GMT -7
Molly disliked travelling via floor powder but she disliked apparating even more. She’d appeared in the fire place of The Three Broomsticks in the backroom. There was a member of staff there to greet her and show her to her carriage waiting out the front of the Inn. Molly dusted herself off before stepping foot towards the door. She had left Arthur at home tucked up in bed after an illness he’d been suffering from had finally shifted. His fever had broken and she was happy to leave him home alone for a couple of hours. He had water and crackers next to the bed should he need a little nibble or something to drink in the night.
Molly’s ride to Hogwarts was daunting. In her day the carriages had been invisible, no one had really known what was pulling them, everyone just thought it was magic but Molly could see now. She could see the thestral that was pulling her cart. Tall, black and daunting, it looked like a malnourished horse with wings but if you could see it that meant only one thing - you had seen death and been able to understand it. Molly felt a jolt in her stomach. So many people could see these magical beasts now since the end of the second wizarding war and she hoped no one would ever have to se them again but she knew that was not a possibility. Molly just wanted to protect the world.
Eventually she arrived at the edge of Hogwarts and the sun was fully set. The gates opened and once she was in they closed again. Molly wondered if Charlie, Natalie or Harry were there or if they had been and left. It was only about 9pm and she wondered if Ondina and Albus would even be awake but she at least had to visit and make sure everything was okay.
Molly made her way into Hogwarts castle and recalled her way to the Hospital Wing, she was happy to leave the carriage and the beast behind. She knew it was just another animal but it brought back so many horrific memories that she’d rather forget. She was grateful that her grandchildren were still alive, by the sounds of what she’d been told they were very lucky to have survived.
Pushing open the door to the Hospital wing Molly saw a curtain drawn around one bed but not another. Ondina was in plain sight and Molly made a beeline for her granddaughter. Of all the places for Ondina to be Molly hated seeing her in such a setting, it was something they all wanted to avoid for her in particular thanks to her illnesses. Molly guessed Albus was sleeping, either that or ignoring his cousin. “Oh sweetheart.” she said, trying to hide the pain from her voice but so very obviously failing.
Ondina Nell Weasley I hope this okay! Let me know if I've ballsed it up in any way or if something's off <33
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Dec 9, 2015 11:47:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2015 11:47:42 GMT -7
Ondina's parents had already come and gone. They'd arrived during lunch, relieved that their delicate little girl was alright. Her leg had been healed, broken boned being an easy fix for a skilled healer. On the other hand, her lungs were a different story. They were over sensitive at the moment, reacting to any sort of change. Already she'd had a small asthma attack today. So, she'd be forced to stay until her asthma wasn't hyper sensitive to everything. It was a pain. To make it worse, Albus was there, on the other side of the room, thankfully, but there. They'd been smart to keep the pair away, because she'd been shooting glares his way all afternoon. It would have been far worse if they'd positioned the cousins any closer. As an added plus, she was also in the bed closest to Cassius' office. Basically he was around all day, either checking on other students, in his office, or talking to her.
As the day went on, little by little students were discharged. Only a few had been seriously injured in the explosion. And, come evening, only a handful of students remained. Of course, Ondina and Albus being two of those staying another night.
Ondina was curled up on her side, a book propped open in front of her, when she heard the doors of the hospital wing open. It was getting late for visitors, so who could it be? Most students would be in their common rooms by now. Maybe it was another pair of parents. She prayed hers hadn't returned. She loved her parents, but her mother was overprotective, and coddled her far to much. Curiosity got the better of her, and she tilted the book back just enough to see who had arrived. When she spotted that familiar flash of red hair, her spirited perked up considerably.
"Gran." She responded, closing the book instantly and sitting up. Just like her grandmother couldn't hide her concern from her voice, Ondina couldn't hide the relief at seeing her grandmother.
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Dec 15, 2015 5:08:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2015 5:08:49 GMT -7
Molly was relieved to see Ondina awake and reading. So many worries flooded Molly's mind every time something happened to one of her family and it wasn't a surprise. She'd lost so many loved ones in her time that it was almost second nature to fear losing another when she heard of something like this happening. Thankfully no one in her family had passed in recent years. It was something Molly was grateful for every day. Every now and then she found her gratitude turned to fear but that was okay, she took control of her fears, they were irrational and crushed her instinctive nature, that was something she could not allow, after having children like Fred and George she needed to rely on her instincts so doubt and fear could not be allowed to creep in too often.
The terrors at Hogwarts left Molly wanting her grandchildren out of Hogwarts. As a mother and grandmother she knew the school needed closing down so the attackers and murderers were flushed out. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her grandchildren but Hogwarts wasn't safe. She wanted them to have the full Hogwarts experience but their safety was paramount. At least the reason they were here today was not due to a crazy murderer, or so she thought.
"My darling." She said, landing her bag down next to the visitors seat and leaning over to wrap her arms around Ondina in a proper, grandma Weasley cuddle. Molly missed her grandchildren while they were away ago Hogwarts. "What in the name of Merlin happened?" She asked as she pulled away, her tone holding that classic Molly Weasley, tell me now or you're in trouble vibe while simultaneously reassuring and loving. Molly had changed since she had raised her own teenagers. She had mellowed a lot more than she had ever thought possible but truthfully it wasn't a whole lot and usually it was only towards her grandchildren. They each held a special, unique part of her heart but she was still a protective mamma bear, she was as fierce as ever. Her fire still ran hot when she was provoked, it just took a lot more to provoke her than it used to, though of course there were still some hot button topics she just couldn't turn the other cheek to.
Ondina Nell Weasley
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Dec 16, 2015 20:07:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 20:07:34 GMT -7
Ondina had always had a special bond with her Grandmother. Growing up, she'd been her 'playmate'. When her cousins had been out in the gardens, terrorizing garden gnomes, or raiding Grandpa's muggle artifact stash, Ondina had followed her Grandmother around like a lost puppy. She'd wanted to be exactly like her, copying her every chance she got. Now a days, she tried not to be so attached but... Well, seeing her after everything that had happened made it really hard not to just throw her arms around her Grandmother.
That resolve broke though when Molly Weasley pulled the blonde into a hug. Instinctively, without any hesitation, her armed moved on their own, returning the embrace. Then, of course, there was that tone. That infamous tone of voice her grandmother used that sent chills down everyone's spines. Bring her arms back to herself, Ondina pretended to pick at a hang nail. How exactly was she supposed to say "I sort of pissed off Albus enough that he blew up a tower"? Because, heaven knows, the whole explosion wouldn't be Molly's concern. It would be the part about Albus. She didn't need to be psychic to know how her Grandmother would react. "....." She didn't say anything, stalling as long as she could, before finally opening her mouth. "Me and Albus.... We were fighting... Things got out of hand..." The girl admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she waited for the fireworks...
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Jan 14, 2016 4:41:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 4:41:49 GMT -7
Fighting. Of course. Why in the name of Merlin could her grandchildren just not all get on? Was it too much to ask that they loved and respected one another? Molly always knew that there was going to be all sorts of issues with her grandchildren, their parents all had such different ways of raising them and they all had such strong, bold personalties. Clashes were bound to happen in any family and Molly knew she just had to roll with it all. Roll with it and have a family get together as soon as school was out with a big family feast in her back garden. They would get out the long tables, put all sorts of mismatched chairs around and share food, drink and stories. Her only hope was that her family would all make it. The tower was clearly a close call.
Molly very much doubted that Albus and his attack was entirely unprovoked. Ondina may have said or done something, she may have started it or Albus may have been the one to instigate things but not matter, they were both to blame, though Molly was not going to tread into that game. Oh no, they were both going to get into trouble but thankfully, not with her. At least not to the extreme she would have if it had been her children. Merlin knew in her day as a parent she was forever worrying about Fred and George. Of course she would give anything to have those moments again.
Molly knew she had to be reassuring, it was more in her nature now than ever. She had the luxury of knowing she didn't have to scold like she had once done with her own children, though she didn't exactly take this sort of thing lightly. Of all the things Fred and George had done in their time at Hogwarts absolutely nothing compared to blowing up a significant part of the castle. Molly could remember her own days up on that tower, star gazing in lessons, spending late nights with Arthur ... well the less thought about that right now the better.
"Oh Ondina." Her voice held obvious disappointment. She was a little disappointed in her grandchildren but she was glad they were both alive, from what she'd heard it could have been so much worse. Someone could have died. Molly perhaps wondered if there was other magic involved. Could Albus and possibly Ondina have truly done this by themselves? It seemed absurd. "I'm glad you're alive. How are you feeling?"
Ondina Nell Weasley
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Jan 24, 2016 18:49:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 18:49:38 GMT -7
Oh Ondina
Ondina actually flinched at that tone her grandmother used. She never wanted to upset or disappoint her. And yes she had. By pestering her cousins constantly. By fighting with Albus. By being herself. It put her in such a pickle. She loved her grandmother dearly, but not her cousins. And she wasn’t the type to play nice just for someone else’s sake.
”He started it.” She retorted, trying to push the blame onto him, even though they were both to blame. Even when they were children the two hadn’t gotten along, and she couldn’t remember just how many times they’d both gotten times out for fighting. At one point they’d actually been spelled to the chairs at the kitchen table until they both apologized. They were six at the time, and so stubborn that it took three hours before they finally gave in. Three hours.
”Cass- Nurse Leonato said my leg was broken, and I was pretty banged up, but I’m fine now. They’re worried about my asthma though, so no excitement for me for a while.” She almost said his name, her heart skipping a beat. It wouldn’t be appropriate for her to call him by his first name though. Not to her grandmother. Her far to clever grandmother. If there was any of her family she was convinced could find out about him, it was Molly Weasley. She’d raised seven children after all, six being boys. Nothing got past her.
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