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 SOMETHING ABOUT THE CHASE ,, tag: molly
margaret jean pinkstone
Posted: Mar 28 2012, 08:13 PM


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mally!!1!!!
something about lonely nights


maggie hadn't bothered to check the time when she left st. mungo's for the night. all she was certain of in respect to the time was the fact that her shift had ended earlier. being promoted to a full-time healer meant that the head of the department could work her as they pleased. being in training meant that the healers generally didn't trust her to tackle the larger issues that came through the ward's doors. it had taken a few years, but maggie had gotten the hang of how the hospital operated. rarely did the so-called fun that the healers instructing her come in during the day. everything interesting seemed to show up at night. nowadays, she was certain that those healers were lying just to keep their recruits around. maggie was certain that she wasn't made to be a person that worked the later shifts. the night was made for sleeping, not working her ass off. as stubborn as she could be at times, she knew better than to attempt to argue with her superiors over her shift hours. it would be only a few more days and extra help wouldn't be needed. co-workers were taking advantage of the warming spring weather that was finally arriving and taking time off. having healers out on vacation meant that the remaining ones had to pick up the pace to make up for the absences. maggie was certain that once all of this was over that she was going to need a vacation of her own.

it felt as if it was a rare occasion when both herself and molly were home at the same time as of lately. cursebreaking required molly to travel around the tombs of egypt. maggie was grateful that she had at least taken a demanding job that wasn't miles and miles away from home. it wasn't odd to come home to being absolutely alone. well, alone except for oliver. at least having a pet was able to get rid of the lonely aspect of one of them being gone at work. unless something unexpected came up, maggie knew that it wasn't just going to be herself and the fox. she was too exhausted to simply apparate home. splinching was a possibility if she wasn't paying enough attention to what she was doing. with cloud of drowsiness ready to come over her at any moment, ending up back at st. mungo's over a spell gone wrong wasn't how maggie wanted to spend the rest of her night. her work shift had given her plenty of examples of when spells went wrong. at least one of the patients seemed to claim that it was an accident; the patient's partner spoke for the man, though. the woman kept trying to convince her that during her transfiguration practice for a ministry test, the spell accidentally hit the patient in question. maggie highly doubted that any current concerns of the ministry involved transfiguring people into mice. it had been for the best when she gave up her argument against the other woman that this sort of transfiguration was useless to ministry workers. of course maggie realized the woman's lies. it was probably the result of a dispute gone wrong. she had to stop herself from rushing the late-night arrival. once they had been taken care of, she had finally been able to leave. a vacation was definitely going to be her in future plans. as far as she was concerned, she deserved it at this point.

trying to unlock the door proved to be a challenge in her distracted state. the bed was calling for her more than the need to open the door in order to do so. maggie forced herself not the slam the door shut behind her after getting it open, at least knowing well enough to not wake up the other inhabitants of the flat. she took off her healer robe and threw it onto the couch as she passed by it. it would certainty still be there in the morning as long as oliver didn't try to mess with it again. maggie made her way to the bedroom and glared at her side of the bed. it was always when maggie was in her tired, grumpy state when she questioned why she had thought that getting a pet was a good idea. "move, oliver," she mumbled while nudging the animal. of course he didn't listen. it would be too easy if he always listened. maggie resorted to picking up oliver when all he did was simply look at her before going back to sleep. she took the opportunity to slip into the bed before anything else decided to prevent her from doing so. as she released the pet from her grasp, she looked over at molly. "i know that you're awake, or maybe i just woke you up. oops? you'll get over it, eventually."


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molly renée weasley
Posted: Apr 26 2012, 05:33 AM


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oh, you're in my veinsoutfit, *** wordsmolly was dreaming, and oh was it lovely.dreams were uncommon for molly these days. she was so high-strung all the time, even now (especially now) that all her imaginings ended up being nightmares. the war had been over for years, and still molly was terrified that the pureblood supremacists would take away someone she loved. it was someone different every night - lucy, her muggleborn mother, her blood-traitor grandparents, maggie. maggie was a common fixture in her nightmares, although they were always about losing her. during the two weeks she'd spent in egypt last month molly had had a recurring dream where she would be running through a tomb, totally lost, while trying to locate maggie. she would always be screaming. always. and molly would always call out for her and maggie would never hear. those nightmares always ended with molly falling in to some sort of magical trap - those nights she would awaken with a start, covered in a cold sweat and panting like she'd just ran around england four times. thankfully she rarely woke maggie, or maybe her girlfriend was simply used to it. on those nights molly would just rub her temples, cuddle up with maggie and try to calm her frantically beating heart enough to fall back in to her restless slumber.but tonight was nothing like that. it had taken hours for molly to fall asleep - maggie was working late at the hospital again, and molly found it nearly impossible to sleep when the other woman wasn't in arm's reach. but oliver had taken the opportunity to crawl in to bed beside her. molly had, of course, let him. normally she was an absolute hardass about him being on the furniture in a way maggie never was. tonight, though, she needed the company. she'd fallen asleep with his head lying on her chest. perhaps the warmth he lent her gave her brain the inspiration for one of those rare pleasant dreams - in her mind, molly was lying on a beach with maggie next to her. she recognized the beach as the one in spain, where she and lucy had gone on holiday when molly had been about ten or so. the sand was pristine and the sky was blue and the sun warm and comforting, like a cup of tea on a rainy day. molly had thought about taking maggie to spain at some point, but hadn't given much attention to the idea. now, with dream-maggie's limbs wrapped around her pale, freckly dream-body, it seemed like the best idea in the world.the beach shattered before her as molly was wrenched from her slumber by the sound of feet climbing the stairs. for the eleven billionth time since moving in to the flat molly reminded herself to have the wrought iron spiral staircase carpeted so she wouldn't have to deal with these interruptions. her eyes stayed closed, however, reluctant as she was to accept that she was awake. but as maggie slipped under the sheets, letting in a gust of cold air - it was spring but still freezing, at least to molly - molly couldn't help but groan with displeasure, only proving maggie right. "i will never forgive you." she growled, her hands already reaching out for maggie's body. molly was hardly a convincing liar when she was tired, but she really couldn't care less. "i was having the loveliest dream too. and no, it wasn't about you." molly smiled the best grin she could muster, though it probably came out more of a lazy lip-twitch. again, she was way too tired to move. she didn't even want to think about what time it was. maggie kept ridiculous hours, and molly was still jetlagged from the impromptu trip she'd had to take back to cairo a few days before. "how was work, babe?" i am so so so sorry this took so long. hope this isn't too shit.
margaret jean pinkstone
Posted: Apr 30 2012, 08:06 PM


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it's all a-okay ♥
something about lonely nights


it was partially a hunch that the other was awake. maggie wasn't sure how anyone could sleep through the clanging that resulted from people travelling up and down the damned iron stairs. whoever decided to build those definitely didn't have the decency to make sure that it wouldn't disturb anyone. there wasn't any need for security when the building had those blasted things installed. how there hadn't been more complaints with people coming and going at various hours of the day was beyond maggie's comprehension. it had been enough to wake molly up once again. she shouldn't have found it amusing for molly to be woken up and groaning about the situation, but maggie did always have a sense in finding humor during inappropriate times. no sudden late-night interruptions could compare to past quarrels and hard feelings. she couldn't help but to allow herself to scoff and roll her eyes as the other went on about never forgiving her. "you're unbelievable, molly," she retorted. "you'd put my ass out on the couch if you meant it." maggie could only hope that molly wouldn't take such a statement as some sort of challenge. even without any actual fight, there was a certain playfulness that could often lead to both of them acting as if they were truly infuriated with each other. the past held enough twisted feelings. "you'll find it in your little heart to forgive me. never is too long for you."

very little time passed between maggie settling down into bed and finally remembering to at least attempt to undress, kicking her shoes off allowing them to clunk against the floor (who knew if it actually woke up anyone below them -- it was certainly quieter than the stairs ever were). she didn't want to move anymore than she was required to. now that she had finally been able to settle down somewhere comfortable, exhaustion was creeping its way into her system. "just stop. stop right now. your lying is so awful that i can't handle it anymore. apparently, my talent hasn't rubbed off on you yet." maggie positioned herself closer to molly, exhaling with exaggeration.

work. a part of her wished that she would be able to forget the times that she worked in order to give herself some sort of relaxation. growing up meant that everything had to be planned around work or it wouldn't happen. "interesting to say the least," maggie replied. she couldn't help but to allow a grin to form as she remembered the situation. as stressful working late-night hours was, at least there were some redeeming moments throughout the shift. "a woman came in and said that she messed up a spell while practicing for a ministry test. she transfigured a poor bloke into a mouse." as far as maggie was concerned, the odd patients that came in during the night were the only decent part about having to work such a dreadful schedule. at least it allowed great stories to be told later. "i argued with her for a half-hour about how i doubt the ministry needs transfigured wizards scampering about. at least the guy isn't literally a vermin anymore." she had yet to decide that if it was horrible or not that she didn't have to edit any part of the truth of the event to make it appealing. it was dramatic enough with a suspicious girlfriend and a transfigured boyfriend. "i'm pretty sure the two had a spat. i feel sorry for the guy, though. i think that he's still convinced that i'm going to put him in a mouse trap. if i didn't feel sorry for him, i'd make him think that a fox was out to eat him tomorrow. this is why you should feel lucky that i don't have a temper problem or a supposed spell problem."


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