maps_molly (maps_molly) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2012-03-27 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: molly weasley, date: march 2001, place: private residence |
Reflective - I don't need my imagination
Date: March 27th, 2001
Characters: Molly Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Warnings: None that I can think of
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Molly is having nightmares
Status: complete
Molly sat up abruptly in bed, letting out a small gasp. She was in a daze for a moment, breathing heavily and looking about her in her darkened bedroom. Reaching up, Molly ran her hand through her mess of red curly hair and took a deep breath. It was just a dream, she told herself. She shook her head then and pulled back the covers. It wasn’t just a dream, it was a nightmare. They had been coming back recently since Isemen had revealed that Arthur had been a traitor and that his murder had really be an execution.
Going over to the window, Molly opened the shutters and took in a deep breath of the fresh night air. Looking out over the countryside, she tried to push away the dark images that still floated around in her mind. It didn’t help that the home was too empty and too quiet. It left her with no choice but to live inside her head, especially when these sorts of nightmares happened. She couldn’t help but dwell on them. Especially when her subconscious was making up images of her conscious thoughts during the day. Her imagination didn’t need much help to bring about the images of what it could have been like for those final moments of Arthur’s life. She had killed people before. She may have killed the German Minister. She still wasn’t sure who had really landed that killing spell.
All at once the tears welled up in her eyes. Sucking in deep breath, Molly tried to push down the tears. It wouldn’t help to cry. She had done enough of that.