| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 51|
Characters: Arthur, Molly, OC
Genre(s): Drama, General, Romance
Pairings: Arthur/Molly, OC/OC
First Published: 2010.08.06
Last Published Chapter: 2010.09.15
Last Updated: 2010.09.15
Favorite Story Of: 33 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse|
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Ah well, such is the bread of an everyday life
From morning to noon to this shadowless night
-Rebels of the Sacred Heart, Flogging Molly
A collection of one-shots featuring original characters from "The Unsinkable Molly Prewett," and of course, Molly and Arthur Weasley.
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|1||Half the Clouds are Empty
“Hattie's a good egg,” Jack said then, and her smile dimmed a little. She had never really liked that description of her character. It was one Reid Akins used to describe her as well, and she thought it minimized her femininity, reducing her to a friend that could never be romantic to anyone. Oh that's just Hattie. She's a good egg. Nothing special about being a good egg. No one fell madly in love with good eggs.
|2||Come To Me Today
Having a wedding in one's parents' backyard, in the middle of winter no less, was probably the worst idea ever. Of course, if one had different parents than Petula Cordingley had been saddled with at birth, the entire thing might not be so bad.
|3||Not Yet Spoken
It felt reckless to speak of it so openly, when he didn't know who might be listening, but it was hard to shake the sense that no one gave two wiggles of a wand about him. Who cared if Cosmo Graham wanted to fight Death Eaters? He was nobody. Just some bloke, barely out of school a year.
|4||Times Past Glories
He'd now been longer without her than he had been with her, and he thought he was getting better. He still thought of her every day, but some days it was only once, and it wasn't so bad. Other days the loss still felt so fresh that it didn't seem as if it could have really been three years.
|5||More Than Just A Memory
The dragon was twisting and rolling through the sky, blowing bursts of flame at passing birds and snapping joyfully at the wind, obviously having the time of its life. Siobhan aimed a hex at it, but it somersaulted suddenly and the Stunner missed. It did, however, get the young Ironbelly's attention. It wheeled around and started flying straight at them.
|6||All Of Your Joy
“Uncle Dunstan!” She flung herself at him, arms around his waist. “Did you hear? Are you so happy? My dad's got a whole box of Dr. Filibuster's fireworks to celebrate-”
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