(OOC: Molly's canon point is somewhere before Changes :D Let's not break the girl just yet.)
Molly had been on a health kick lately. Okay, it wasn't really her kick. It was her attempt to kick her Jedi Master in the nuts and not die of heart disease before he was a measly Wizardly 150. All that coke and coffee for breakfast wasn't good either. So, Harry and Molly had a deal going. Sure, Harry bitched and moaned about it but he was going to eat that whole wheat toast and drink some orange juice. A can of Coke was not the breakfast of champions.
Also, she was really sorry for almost blowing up his lab during their last practice session. Breakfast made up for that right?
Quelling the fire on the stove and shoving more ice in Harry's actual ice box of a refrigerator, Molly plopped down two plates of eggs, toast and 2 glasses of orange juice. Before she could eat, and look up to see if Mouse or Mister wanted some breakfast too, Molly felt something. Something Bad.
And then she wasn't in Harry's apartment. She was in some weird, and rather lame club filled with smoke from protesting technology.
She took one look around. Panicked. And veiled. With any luck no one would bump into her.
Have a Padawan
Molly had been on a health kick lately. Okay, it wasn't really her kick. It was her attempt to kick her Jedi Master in the nuts and not die of heart disease before he was a measly Wizardly 150. All that coke and coffee for breakfast wasn't good either. So, Harry and Molly had a deal going. Sure, Harry bitched and moaned about it but he was going to eat that whole wheat toast and drink some orange juice. A can of Coke was not the breakfast of champions.
Also, she was really sorry for almost blowing up his lab during their last practice session. Breakfast made up for that right?
Quelling the fire on the stove and shoving more ice in Harry's actual ice box of a refrigerator, Molly plopped down two plates of eggs, toast and 2 glasses of orange juice. Before she could eat, and look up to see if Mouse or Mister wanted some breakfast too, Molly felt something. Something Bad.
And then she wasn't in Harry's apartment. She was in some weird, and rather lame club filled with smoke from protesting technology.
She took one look around. Panicked. And veiled. With any luck no one would bump into her.