Who: Molly and Raleigh What: Talking over dinner When: Wednesday, 29 July 2029 Where: Molly's place Status/Rating: incomplete/most likely nothing more than G.
More than anyone she knew, Molly knew she was closest to her older brother. Now, she didn't tell him everything - she was, after all, a woman, and that allotted some privacy in some situations - but he was one of the few people who she'd told about Dalaigh, just to make sure that someone else knew, so that it wasn't just some dream. It might as well have been - she hadn't seen the man in four years, and they hadn't discussed anything about keeping in touch. Of course, she had left in a hurry... Molly stopped herself there, pulling her attention back to the meal she was nearly done with. Just a bit more stirring there... check the oven... turn off the burner. She'd been in love with cooking since she could remember the first dinner she had had at Grandma Weasley's. From then on, whenever she had been over, she had watched her grandmother cook, and often helped with the process. It was now something that came almost as naturally to her as being a Healer.
Her thoughts moved again to who she was cooking for, and she smiled slightly. She hadn't seen him in a while, truth be told, and she missed him. She was very curious to know about his trip, but it was obvious that there was something else that needed to be talked about, and she was a little worried about him. Molly didn't have the slightest clue what, and was concerned for a moment that something might be wrong with Brandston. Then again, Raleigh wouldn't have waited to tell her something that important... Using her wand, Molly made sure that everything would stay warm, then went to her bedroom to change out of her now flour-streaked clothes. She'd made rolls and a pie along with the rest of the meal, some of which she would make sure went home with her brother whether he wanted it or not.
She pulled on a cream-colored blouse and pulled on a pair of dark jeans, then made her way back to the kitchen with her wand in her hand. With two waves, everything was plating itself, and she supervised, checking the clock on the wall. Raleigh should be there any minute, and she was proud of her timing.