Molly had given the password to the fat lady and crawled through the portrait hole into the warm and cosy common room. It was a bit late, so most people had already gone to bed, though a few people were still around. Molly liked the common room when it was like this, she thought, as she sat in one of the nice armchairs by the fire. The nice chairs were always taken during the day, but now most of them were free. Most people were doing last minute essays or reading books. Molly had never been a big reader. She picked up a copy of the latest Daily Prophet which someone had left on a table. She skimmed through it, not really taking in anything. Bad things are happening to good people. Like that was news, she thought. She disliked the paper in general. It was just depressing, since they never reported anything good in it. Her eyes flickered, looking around the room. She just sat back, not wanting to get up.
Molly had liked the start of the year so far. She liked Care of Magical Creatures and Defence Against the Dark Arts, she always had. She still had to take the other core subjects, but was planning to drop most of them next year. She'd received a letter from her Dad though, telling her to work hard at everything and that taking only two subjects next year wasn't an option. Well, that was what he had written. Her mother had crossed it out, though Molly could still see it. Her mother had told her not to listen to her father, but that she had so much potential and that taking only two NEWT subjects would be a waste. Molly secretly hoped she would get one of the intern spots in the Ministry next year, working with magical beasts. She figured two Hogwarts subjects and an internship would equate to about four subjects, which was perfectly acceptable. Molly wasn't a fan of studying. She liked going out and doing things, not just reading books and writing essays.
Just then, Tarla, her half-cat half-kneazle. Ran over to her and jumped on her lap. Tarla looked up at Molly as she laid down on her. Molly always knew exactly what Tarla wanted. It was like she could talk to her or something, but that sounded stupid. She just knew. Tarla was being attention seeking at the moment, and just wanted to be stroked and told how gorgeous she was.
"Who's my arrogant little kitty?" Molly asked, in that baby-like voice people used to talk to animals. "Oh, you say you're not all kitty? I know you're not, but do you want to be a kneazly? Huh? No, I thought not." she added as she stroked Tarla, who started purring. "Yes you like that. You are gorgeous, though you seem to know it a little too much, huh?" she carried on talking to Tarla, who seemed to be loving every moment of it. Tarla was picky, she only liked certain people. She liked her family, but not many people at Hogwarts. Kneazles were supposed to have good instincts, so Molly liked having her around to get impressions of people with.
by Molz Weasley Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:07 pm
