WHO: Molly Weasley and Colin Creevey WHAT: Molly is having a meltdown, and Colin is witness WHEN: Monday mid-day WHERE: By the lake RATING: There may be some language STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
To say Molly was in happy was an understatement. She was pissed. Her heart was broken. She was away from her children and husband, and no one seemed to understand that it didn't matter that one was in this godforesaken place. One of seven was not good odds, and her baby girl was still at the breast. Molly was still lactating with no one to give it to, and that broke her heart further.
And no one understood that she was in mourning. That she hadn't had a chance to rage against the world because she was Momma. She had to be strong and together for her babies. No one cared that she hadn't actually attacked the ones they said. They didn't understand, or they refused to empathise. She didn't need to feel guilty for the way she was feeling. She didn't want to be feeling what she was. It all hurt too much, and there was no Arthur to talk her down.
She wanted to focus on the good. She had grandchildren. She had a sister-in-law and a nephew. She had a grown son. She had one of her brothers. But it hurt too much to see the good. Why couldn't they see that? Why could no one see that?
She didn't have her wand, and she didn't have anything to clean. She'd seen the Burrow on the map in that blasted book, but she wasn't assigned to live there (salt in an already raw wound), so she didn't go there. She needed a place that was slightly remote so she could scream. That's all she wanted to do. Scream and cry and forget for ten minutes that she was a grown woman. This was all too much. So she went to a part of the beach that was away from all populations and screamed until her throat was raw. Then she sat with her head on her knees and cried until she thought she would drown. She didn't know how long she sat there, but the tears didn't stop.