RP: Molly and the Twins Who: Molly Weasley, Fred and George Where: WWW When: 9 March, 2025, after lunch time Rating/Warnings: N/A Summary: Molly runs some errands and checks on her boys.
Molly took a sheaf of papers from the goblin at the bank counter, tucking them into her bag. "Thank you, I'm sure," she said, although she wasn't entirely sure, and took the key he pushed toward her as well. She'd done a final check of the Weasley vault, signing bank papers, handing over documentation of Arthur's death. Now the vault was hers alone, and it contained more than she'd thought, but she was still going to have to plan carefully.
Molly needed a job. Or some source of income, anyway, but she didn't think prostitution would pay what she would need to live on.
She'd had lunch with an old friend, recently widowed as well. They'd discussed loneliness and living situations. Molly didn't like to impose on her children, and she was aching for a kitchen of her own. Someday. Soon, though.
She left the bank and headed down the Alley, deciding on impulse to stop into George's place. The twins' place, she mentally corrected, and pulled her cloak around herself as she picked up the pace a bit. It had been ages since she'd been into the shop with its cheerful rudeness, and it might be just what the Healer ordered, so to speak.
Molly made her way to #93, pushing open the door and walking into the bright shop. "George, darling. The shop is just as tacky as I remembered." She made her way to him through the displays and kissed his cheek. "How are you, love?"