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Tweak says, "WE LIKE THA MOON!"

molly adele weasley (mollytwo) wrote in bravenew_rpg,
@ 2009-09-23 00:02:00

Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	2023: 09/september, character: colin longbottom, character: molly weasley

WHO: Molly Weasley & Colin Longbottom.
WHERE: Colin, Matt & Dave's flat.
WHAT: Talking!
WHEN: Tuesday September 22/Wednesday September 23. After Molly's last entry.
RATING: IDK, I'll let you know, dudes.
STATUS: in progress!

Molly Weasley was very rarely speechless. Startled, maybe, or shocked, but even then she usually maintained the ability to speak at length about what ought to be happening (or to ramble near incoherently about her indignation at whatever had shocked her, regardless of whether or not anyone was paying her any mind). Speechless didn't happen often. There was always something to be said, or, failing that, always something to be done. It was hard to picture her still and silent all at once, or doing nothing at all. It happened very rarely.

Colin made it nearly impossible to form complete sentences sometimes, and right now she couldn't even attempt to form a complete thought. She could barely start them. Instead her mind was stuttering over the past hour or so, trying to figure out if this was some elaborate joke (because she was Molly, after all, and every single worst case scenario was playing out in front of her, regardless of how likely they were or weren't) or, failing that, trying to figure out how on earth she'd missed the signs of anything like this happening, ever.

It seemed far more likely that this was some sort of elaborate joke or that she'd fallen asleep at Mungo's and not gotten up yet, really. Molly may have been working towards this sort of thing for going on five years, but somehow she'd never honestly expected to get anywhere near some sort of ending.

For all that she was brisk and bossy and something of a force of nature, Molly didn't consider herself brave. Not with this. Not with taking a chance on losing someone she cared for (even if there were other chances in there, too). Still, she'd made it to the flat, as she said she would, even if she felt sick to her stomach and wanted to turn around and go back home and talk to Eric about nothing at all.

The door was unlocked, as usual, and for once Molly did not make a mental note to lecture Dave about it later (although she would probably launch into it from sheer habit when she saw him next - once she'd done so when he had, by some miracle, actually locked the door, and it had taken at least five minutes to derail her to remind her of that). Before she could convince herself otherwise, she opened it, and was drawn into routine as soon as she did so. Scarf and jacket on the hooks by the door, purse set on the little table just out of the hallway, shoes neatly lined up in the same area - she paused to tidy the rest of the shoes there, as well. "Colin?" Her voice was, for once, soft and rather unassuming. Molly half hoped he wouldn't answer, because she had no idea what to say.

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semicolin
2009-09-23 06:33 pm UTC (link)

Colin had sat in a stupor for a few minutes after he'd responded to the entry in Molly's journal. He'd been at training all day and gotten home pretty late and then fooled around reading the slambook while he'd eaten his dinner. That was part of the reason he was still in his training clothes, which were dirty and had a rip in one sleeve, not to mention that his face was a bit banged up from a junior trainee's elbow.

Finally though, he roused himself long enough to banish dishes to the sink and chase King Kong out from under the sofa back into Dave's room before going into his room to change his clothes at least.

Molly liked him? He liked how her hair smelled? When the hell had that happened? When he'd written the things down in the slambook they'd been the truth but it wasn't until he started talking about them with her that he really started thinking about them. Especially when she'd said that Molly might be interested in someone else. And that someone else was... him? The mind boggled.

He took off his muddy trainers and shoved them in a corner of his closet, then stripped, pulling on a clean t-shirt and tracky bottoms.

As he was dressing he heard the sound of the front door opened and he forced himself to wait a long minute until he heard Molly's voice. It sounded hesitant, and he came out into the hall, leaning on the wall with one hand, his eyes finding her in the semi-darkness of the room.

The pool cast reflecting shadows up on the wall and he could see even from here she looked more tired than usual. It made him think of James for a minute, who he hadn't had a chance to see other than briefly.

"Hey," he said finally, palming on a low lamp and lighting up the room. "Hey." It seemed all he could say for a minute and finally he forced himself to say something else, his face breaking into a smile.

"Were you going to tell me?"

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mollytwo
2009-09-23 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Despite the fact she knew he was there, she startled a bit at the light going on, frowning directly after doing so. She hated to be taken off guard, ever, and she hadn't been on guard since earlier in the day. "Hey," She managed, wondering exactly how long it would take to recover her shoes, purse and other effects (too long, really).

The question didn't help, although the smile did. Sort of. Molly couldn't work up to a coherent answer, because - yes? Maybe? Eventually? "I - yes? If - well - You -"

But then Molly Weasley took over, because the light had given her a chance to see Colin's face for more than the smile. She frowned immediately, leaving her apparent safe haven by the hall to take his elbow and drag him bodily along towards the kitchen, where she pointed at one of the chairs, without entirely thinking about exactly what she was doing. "Sit down and look up. What did you do, honestly? I swear, you're just as bad as - " James. " - Hold on, let's see..." In the same firm, brisk way in which she always reacted to this sort of thing (family and friends were never safe if they had so much as a scratch on their person) she gripped Colin's chin, examining his face with worry and clear disapproval.

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semicolin
2009-09-23 09:30 pm UTC (link)

If he

He let her steer him into the kitchen because it was easiest and there was a part of him that knew that Molly fussed over those she cared about and that was alright with him.

"Elbow to the face," he said. "Not mine, obviously. The elbow." He let her fuss a bit because it gave him a chance to look up at her with her features unguarded.

"It'll be fine." He reached up with one hand to gingerly touch eye, knowing it was probably swollen up and a bit bruised.

This was familiar territory, and it was almost easy to convince himself that the whole conversation had been in his imagination and they could go back to the way things were before. Except, they couldn't.

"You do have soft hair." He reached up and brushed it back from her face with gentle fingers. "So. Am I the right guy? Or is that someone else?" He wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to that question to be, exactly. He knew he didn't want it to be no though.

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mollytwo
2009-09-23 10:29 pm UTC (link)

"Whose elbow?" Unguarded Molly was worried and somewhat exasperated, tolerant and affectionate. It was hard to tell how she felt when she was feeling fifty different things at once, but she probed his eye with expert care, reassuring herself it wasn't bad, not really.

"It isn't fine right now," Molly insisted, fussing. It wasn't bad, though. Not compared to what she'd seen before. That didn't mean she approved, still. She would have launched into a lecture Colin had doubtless heard hundreds of times before, but stopped, derailed yet again. She bit her lip before pulling away, walking to the fridge. After a moment Molly came back, a bag of frozen vegetables in her hand, which she offered to Colin. "Here. And if you rub some of the balm I sent you on it before you go to sleep, it won't look quite so bad in the morning. Minimal swelling, I promise."

And then there wasn't really anything else to say on that topic, so she leaned against the counter, forcing herself to look at Colin rather than no place in particular - habitually she scanned him entirely for any other injuries, reassuring herself that there wasn't anything in particular. "No. I mean - it isn't someone else." She crossed her arms, uncertain what to do with herself if she wasn't fussing.

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semicolin
2009-09-23 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"First Year," Colin said vaguely, waving it off. He did hold the bag of frozen peas to his eye though. They were frozen into a huge hunk and he had a feeling he'd used them for this purpose before. Certainly they were most likely no longer edible.

"I can do that," he said, accepting her worry for what it was and wincing slightly at the feeling of the frozen vegetables against his skin.

At her reply he looked over at her with his good eye, puzzled, trying to figure some of this out. Certainly this had to be recent, right? Or something. He would admit since the time she'd brought pizza over he'd been thinking about her a lot, but both of them had been busy too.

"Oh. Alright." He considered this and still had no idea what to do with it. "So - umm... what does this mean, exactly? That we like each other? Maybe?" It seemed weird to think about it. This was Molly.

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mollytwo
2009-09-24 01:29 am UTC (link)

"I - don't know. What it means." Molly knew what she meant, what she wanted (planned, when she was being optimistic) but somehow her plans never seemed to go quite right when they involved other people. Somehow in each and every one she hadn't managed to figure out this part of it. Explaining herself, or - whatever. Everything that came after, sure. Molly could recite, with precision, how she wanted the next ten years of her life to go (and had, when drunk).

She'd always been the one asked out, without fail. Molly wasn't really certain how to do the asking. She hated being uncertain, but she was, right now, and even if there was a maybe somewhere in there from Colin (when had he gotten to maybe? She honestly didn't know) she was uncertain and scared, because she honestly didn't want a survey and little else from Colin.

"I do. Like you, I mean." Somehow, that was easier to say than she thought it would have been, in an I-am-going-to-be-sick-now sort of way. It was sort of ridiculously nice to say it out loud. She felt giddy (as well as sick to her stomach). Molly paused, considering what she had just said, and wondering how much sleep she hadn't gotten, because she had to say it again, just because she could. It wasn't as though she could take it back. "I like you. I really, really like you."

Quite probably she should do something about the sleep thing, but she was too busy looking at Colin in a startled, sort of apprehensive way. There wasn't anything else to say. Was there?

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semicolin
2009-09-24 02:43 am UTC (link)

How had he not really seen this? Because feelings like that didn't come up over night. He liked Molly, he did. Probably more than he knew, but it was all very sudden and new, especially with her looking at him like that, like she was a little scared.

"Okay," he said after a moment. "Well. That's a good place to start. I mean, I like you too. Maybe we could keep umm... doing that? And maybe see what happens?"

Alright that was like the least smooth thing he'd ever said and there had been a lot of not smooth things he'd said in his life.

The frozen vegetables were starting to drip condensation down his cheek and he set them aside, blinking at her before standing up and crossing the couple of steps to stand in front of her. He wasn't terribly tall, so it was easy to stand with her without having to feel he was peering down at her.

"I meant what I said about dreaming about your freckles," he said. "Here." His hand came up and touched her shoulder.

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mollytwo
2009-09-26 06:32 pm UTC (link)

It didn't matter that it wasn't a yes. It wasn't a no. And he liked her. Somehow. Molly would spend days analyzing that later, and how she had missed that, but right then she couldn't do so, or interrogate Colin about it, because she just...couldn't. For all that she was usually in her head, it was hard to over-analyze and break things down when Colin was still talking and coming closer.

There might have been something fundamentally wrong with her plan of getting experience from other relationships. It was hard to remember anything else except the pool in the living room, because no matter how distracted she was she always thought about the pool and how incredibly ridiculous it was that there was a pool in the living room and why was she even thinking about that?

It was probably a good thing she wasn't required to say anything particularly witty. At least, she didn't think she was. Was she?

Two inches, almost exactly. That was the difference in their heights. Molly knew that, because she knew a lot of things like that. "I - oh." Apparently she couldn't think up anything better than that off the bat, and her complexion worked against her - it was never hard to tell when Molly was blushing or worked up or trying to calm herself down (she got worked up a lot). "Um - I - I haven't. Dreamed. About my freckles, I mean. I mean I think I have them in my dreams but I don't dream about them - um - obviously. I - " Should say something smart? " - sometimes. About you. Um."

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semicolin
2009-09-26 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Colin's mouth curved up around the edges at that and it was hard not to laugh. To have Molly at a loss of words wasn't something he was used to, and in a way it made this easier for him.

"You do?" He let one hand settle on her waist as he looked at her, his other hand brushing along the side of her neck with his fingers, thinking her skin was very soft and if this was what liking Molly was going to be like he was pretty certain he could be used to it.

He let his eyes go over to meet hers and he swallowed hard, still not sure how they'd ended up here.

"Dreams are good." He leaned in, a little bit more, checking to see if it was okay with her. "Can I umm... I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

Maybe if they were kissing neither of them would think they had to talk. Because right now the talking wasn't seeming to work for either of them.

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mollytwo
2009-09-26 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Molly actually couldn't remember the last time she'd been this flustered. Possibly there hadn't been one. Her reaction to James and his crisis, even, had been to nose her way in and supply her Aunt with his file and to generally fuss over everyone. There had always been words. Plenty of them, usually stern, and occasionally affectionate. She was still disbelieving that this entire conversation was happening, however. She sort of wanted to laugh or - something. Words weren't cooperating.

To her absolute horror (later), she giggled. She bit her lip to stop it, but couldn't really help it. It was absurd. In a good way. And she was quite probably giddy from lack of sleep and - and this.

But she could find words for this, at least. "Yes. You can kiss me." Molly didn't exactly give him the chance, though. Instead she leaned up and did so first, her arms going around his neck to steady herself.

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semicolin
2009-09-26 10:38 pm UTC (link)

The sound of her laugh probably undid him more than anything else, made this more real in a sense it hadn't been so far with the akwardness and the sort of hesitation on both their parts.

When she kissed him he kissed her back, the first touch tentative, awestruck a bit that this was Molly he was kissing, and then he pulled her against him, his arms encircling her waist, one hand steady on her back as he just gave himself into it.

She tasted so sweet, not like anything else he could put a name to, and he just held on, barely breathing as he focused on just this minute, on all the little details of it, the way her breath hitched or the way he felt his own hands shake, the sound of the refrigerator turning on behind him and the gentle splashing of the pool in the other room.

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