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Name: Molly Prewett Weasley

Nicknames: Mollywobbles (only Arthur is allowed to call her that!), Mum.

Age: 57

Birthday: October 30, 1950

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Bloodline: Pureblood

Gender: Female

Wand: 7 inch, Oak, unicorn hair core.

House: Gryffindor.

Year that character finished Hogwarts: 1967

Patronus: Cat

Affiliations/Memberships: Gryffindors, Order of the Phoenix

Health



Eyesight: Fairly good.

Hearing: She has a mother’s ears, and can always hear when her children are up to something.

Left/Right/Ambi: Right

Disabilities/Handicaps: None, unless one counts an almost crippling fear of losing family members.

Physical Health: She’s not a spring lamb anymore, you know, but she’s not ancient either. Maybe a bit soft around the middle, but that doesn’t mean she can’t keep up with the children and their antics when she has to, or fight if necessary.

Psychology



IQ: Well, she doesn’t like to discuss such things.

Extrovert/Introvert: Complicated. This depends on who she’s talking to, and about what.

Phobias/Fears: Losing any member of her well-loved family.

Mental Health: Very good, thank you. She’s not in the loony bin yet, anyway. She is, however, suffering from an unusually large and nasty case of Empty Nest Syndrome, probably due to the unusually large nature of her family.

Personality

Goals/Dreams: She used to want to be an inventor and/or adventurer. Now, she’s quite content as long as everyone in her family is safe and sound. At the moment her biggest goal involves deciding what to do with all the extra space in her home.

Likes: Cooking, cleaning house, children, Arthur, animals of the furry variety (with the exception of squirrels, nasty little things), music and the occasional night on the town (but only when they can afford it, and when there’s nothing else to be done around the house, and none of the children need her…).

Dislikes: Mess, lack of work ethic, laziness, evil, animals that are not furry, those who would harm her family in any way, boggarts.

First Impression: To those uninformed, she might give off an air of being cheerfully harried and perhaps not good with magic beyond household spells. Some might even think her a bit dingy. This impression, of course, is entirely inaccurate.

Family

Parents: Percival Prewett (a brother of Ignatius) and Imogene Burke.

Spouse: Arthur Weasley

Children: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ronald, Ginerva Weasley. If asked, she will say she considers Harry just another one of her own.

Siblings: Gideon and Fabian Prewett (both deceased),

Pets: Errol, though he’s getting on in years.

Background

Occupation: Dedicated housewife and mother.

Education: Hogwarts

Home: The Burrow

Finance: Her husband’s income from the Ministry.

Personal History: Molly Prewett was born October 30, 1950, as part of a pure-blood Wizarding family related to the “noble House of Black.” Spending her early years as many Wizarding children, home-schooled by her parents in all she’d need to know before attending Hogwarts, Molly grew up an average witch among her siblings and peers.

On attending Hogwarts, she met several people who would end up being friends and colleagues, as well as one Arthur Weasley. She was attracted to Arthur almost immediately, finding his mild, kind nature appealing. They dated through most of their school years, and eloped not long after graduation; she has ever more been Molly Prewett Weasley. As He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had been growing in power and a war was inevitable, it seemed like the smart thing to do at the time, and she’s never regretted the decision. The war claimed several friends and family members, not the least of which were her brothers, Fabian and Gideon, and the Potters. To this day, she sometimes sees their faces in dreams and nightmares.

Over the years, she gave birth to seven children, six boys and one precious daughter. While she always wanted a little girl, that doesn’t mean she loves her sons less. Each and every one of them holds their own snug place in her heart (despite long hair and earrings).

In Bill, of course, she has always been immensely proud, though she has always worried about those werewolf scars. If she ever sees Fenrir Greyback, the mangy creature had best high-tail his sorry tail somewhere far, far away from her.

Charlie was always a constant worry to her, bringing home stray animals, from the mundane to the not-so. Then he just had to go off and work with dangerous dragons at that reserve in Romania. Not only was he in constant danger just from going to work every morning, but he was so far from his family. He and his older brother have always put grey hairs in her head just by their interests and choice of careers.

So it was nice to have a son, finally, who didn’t cause her a constant stream of worry and concern. Percy was a delight of a child, quiet and helpful and eager to learn whatever he could, even if it was only how to help about the house. Molly found in her third son a quiet space and a good helper. Sometimes, though, she would wonder if she expected too much from him, and didn’t pay him enough attention after the others were born. There were times he seemed so terribly unhappy, and then he went off to work for the Ministry and things just went… well… bad. She cried many nights over losing her quiet little Percy, and wondering how he could abandon them like that, and if it were somehow her fault.

After Percy of course, came the double whirlwind known as Fred and George, or just collectively as “the twins.” Oh, the twins. While Bill and Charlie gave her the worries with their interests, Fred and George seemed to be worry incarnate. When they were babies, she looked at them and sometimes could swear she hear gears turning. Even their young, uncontrolled magic was chaotic, and she spent more time than anything just cleaning up after them. She’d thought, hoped, that when they got older, and when they went to Hogwarts and learned to control their magic, they and the storms that came with them would calm down. Instead, giving them complete power over their magic only seemed to make them worse, and Molly knew she would never, ever again find peace and quiet. Fred and George kept her on her toes, and as they seemed more concerned with jokes and pranks than learning, she just knew they would end up homeless, penniless bums when they left Hogwarts. She never did figure out where they got the money to start the shop, but by the time they started lavishing gifts on her, she didn’t care anymore. All she card about was that they’d found success in their endeavor, and would not be starving in the streets.

Ron. Oh Ron. Poor Ron never did seem to know what to do with himself. He never seemed to quite live up to Bill and Charlie’s example, at least to himself, and Fred and George picked on any of their siblings who didn’t learn better than to trust them. The only sibling younger than Ron was Ginny, and there had always seemed to be an unspoken rule that Ginny would never be as fair game as any of the boys. Though, Molly did appreciate that Ron seemed to be as protective, or even moreso, of Ginny as his brothers, she also wished he would mind his own business. Ginny was a smart girl, like her mother. Of course, at eleven, Ron because friends with Harry Potter, and well, wasn’t that just wonderful? Not that she would ever consider that the only thing Ron ever did to make her proud, oh no. Still, her son made friends with Harry Potter in seconds, on that first day on the Hogwarts Express! That Ron would so quickly be drawn to be one of the companions of Harry was an indication, to Molly, of Ron’s inner character. She always knew he was just as brave as his older brothers. He’d just needed a proper example.

Ginny, of course, was the long-awaited daughter she’d hoped for, even knowing that there had been no Weasley girls in generations. Perhaps that’s why she had so many children; she hoped that if she just kept trying, eventually the law of averages would work in her favor. That, or the constant barrage of charms and spells. Whatever it was that finally worked, Molly couldn’t have been happier with her spirited little girl. She was amused at the crush her daughter had on Harry, and always did hope it might one day blossom into something deeper, though the boy seemed quite oblivious to it. Of course, Ginny’s first year at Hogwarts nearly drove Molly into hysterics, coming so close to losing a child, her daughter. After that, Molly was determined not to let anything happen to her youngest and only girl, and refused to let Ginny participate in any of the Order’s goings on for as long as she could. She nearly had a heart attack at the end of Ginny’s fourth year when she learned of the late-night trek to the Ministry, and she has no doubts that her daughter will never forget the grounding that came after, for it was the longest of her life. She’s never really accepted the fact that she can’t tell Ginny what to do and, more importantly, what not to do, even though her daughter is married now.

Though she and Arthur sometimes disagreed on parenting methods (the man was always infuriatingly lenient with them!), all of their children grew up to make her proud in their own ways… though she had her secret doubts about one or two. Or three. She’s only glad she got the chance to let them know how proud she was before….

She always did worry that all her children managed to find their way into the Order or otherwise in the thick of trouble. Though her worst fear has always been losing another loved one, she couldn’t believe, wouldn’t believe Fred was dead until she saw George’s face. Looking at him, white and pale with loss, she’d known, and she never really recovered from that loss, though she goes about her day as though everything is fine. The events at the end of the second war with You-Know-Who left her shaken, and empty in a part of her heart. Fred joined the ranks of the faces she sees in nightmares and awake, faces of the dead.

Then, of course, following in the footsteps of their older brothers, Ron and Ginny packed their things and left the Burrow to have their own lives. Molly lives in a house that, despite still having Arthur and herself in it, feels utterly empty and lonely. After seven children have flown away, what more is there left for a mother to do?

Worry some more, it seems. Molly tries not to worry herself sick over her children, especially the ones who have moved to that strange place called Annwn, which is almost all of them. Something about that place just doesn’t sit right with her maternal instincts.

Losses during the war: Many friends and her two brothers during the first war, and her son Fred during the second.

Academia and Career

Excellent/Good/Mediocre/Poor Student? Oh, she was an excellent student, of course. In fact, she likes Hermione as a match for Ron because Hermione rather reminds her of herself when she was younger. Of course, they might come to disagreement about certain things.

Good at Job? Well… she doesn’t want to toot her own horn… but yes, she is quite good at what she does.

Does this character's performance accurately reflect their intelligence? Yes, though there are those people who would disagree, considering Molly was such a good student and talented witch. Those people don’t seem to understand that Molly chose the life of a homemaker, and quite gleefully. She enjoys it, and like any other housewife and mother knows that it can take every bit of one’s intelligence to run a household.

Struggles with: Flying, the one thing she never could get the hang of.

Favourite class during Hogwarts years: Does she have to choose? Oh, well… Perhaps Arithmancy, then. Or Ancient Runes. Or Transfiguration.

Favourite instructor: McGonagall, who was quite young back then, and a fine example of a strong woman.

Other magical oddities/abilities: Molly is a whiz at anything involving household magic, though she’s no slouch with other types of magic as well.

Appearance

Weight: She’d prefer not to say. Rude.

Height: About 5”1’ or so.

Eyes: Brown.

Hair: Red.

Face & Complexion: Round face, fair skinned and freckled (though she's managed to spell most of them away over the years). Usually a kind expression, though she has been known to put on a stern expression or two.

Build: Short and plump, though Arthur just calls her fluffy. She does so love that man.

Defining Marks: Other than her red hair, nothing special.

Dress Style: Oh, just whatever she happens to pull out of the closet in the morning, usually paired with her apron. She’s long since gotten over the desire to dress up, except on special occasions. And there are fewer and fewer of those as the years go on.

Possessions always on this person: Wand, apron, wedding ring.

Manner of Speech: Fast and harried often enough, and sometimes just a bit loud if she feels she needs to be heard.

Manner of Movement: Same as her speech, fast and almost always in a hurry. Having to wrangle seven children taught her how to rush, but now that they’re all gone, she’s slowly rediscovering how to relax. Very slowly.

Romantic

Marital Status: Married.

Ever Had sex: Well, there are seven children (Blush).

Sexual Preference: Arthur (BLUSH!).

Turn ons: Oh please, do we have to get in to this? It’s so embarrassing!

Turn offs: Evil, controlling people, laziness, refusal to live in the present.

Past Relationships: There was that one boy just before Arthur. What was his name? Sweet, shy thing, but just wouldn’t do his schoolwork.

Morality

Ever been drunk: Only once, and never, EVER again.

Lied to a boyfriend: Oh goodness. Well… perhaps.

Cheated on a boyfriend: Heavens, no!

Gotten into a fight: Absolutely.

Innocent or guilty: Innocent mostly, but everyone is guilty of something, and she has killed.

Been a hypocrite in the past: She’d like to think not but anything is possible.

Opinion on the Dark Arts: Horrible, nasty stuff. It took the lives of her brothers, countless friends, and one of her sons.

Opinion of Voldemort: Glad he’s dead.

Favorites

Person: With such a large family, how could she choose just one?

Animal: Anything furry, except squirrels.

Book: Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests, which she keeps hidden. Whether or not he faked the source of the information, it’s still good information!

Colour: The color of her husband’s eyes.

Drink: Fruit punch.

Food: Fruitcake. If you don’t want it, that’s fine. More for Molly.

Flower: Honeysuckle

Music: Anything by Celestina Warbeck

Scent: Fresh flowers of any sort (though certain kinds make her sneezy).

Thing To Do: Take care of her family.

Least Favorite

Person: Fenrir Greyback.

Animal: Most things not furry.

Book: The Monster Book of Monsters

Color: Black

Drink: Firewhiskey

Food: Almost anything she didn’t cook herself.

Flower: None, really, she likes all flowers, even the ones that make her sneeze.

Music: That stuff most of her children listen to, loud and obnoxious.

Scent: Dirt.

Thing To Do: Worry over her family.

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