Molly Weasley Cosplay Novels & Stories

Her sexy spooky brown eyes lit as she turned to the next girl. "I'm Molly," She said calmly, her sweet soprano voice made it sound like she was singing. Her Black and little white birthmark hair were neatly parked in a ponytail as her lovely sliver eyes sparkled as she removed Melissa's hat from her hair smiling she extended her pale arm for a handshake. Melissa didn't hesitate, she took Molly's hand in hers and shook it gently still watching them hoping they would pop off. She sincerely wishes she could ask one to assist her in massaging her butt, but like she had broken something from the great fall...

She came without any hesitation, that was Molly, the ever lot and faithful best friend. If there was ever an award for friend of the decade, Molly had it in the bag. "Hey, guys." Molly's cheerful voice broke our silence as she sat next to me with her lunch of just a green apple and yoghurt. She had on light blue palazzo pants and tight, black shirt tucked into it, emphasizing her slim waist. A black beanie sat atop her head, covering the top her chestnut locks. A gold locket sat on the swell of her breasts. Molly Roberts was hot and she knew it.

Or she didn’t agree and was in no mood to argue? I reached Gamma Talia’s house and rang the doorbell. I didn’t really have time to change, but I looked fine. I was wearing a cute dress with some ankle boots, and my hair was down. The door opened, and I smiled, but my smile fell when I saw who opened it. That stupid seventeen-year-old boy that looked like he was in his thirties with his dumb beard and strong jawline. "You would so sleep with him if he wasn’t so rude," Molly scoffed.

I froze and stared at him with wide eyes. He wore a very wide grin that reminded me so much of the Cheshire cat. I sneaked a glance at his clothing and instantly loved his light grey hoodie. He had a black cargo pant and white sneakers on. My eyes darted beside him and Molly waved at me innocently like she didn't give me a hard time yesterday. In front of him was a blue baby troller with Molly's brother gently sucking his fingers. "Nicole!" Molly yanked the rope of my nude cargo pants. "Watchu thinking?" Her voice was a little too loud it that it snapped the shock out of me.

My eyes search the room until I saw a small figure in the bed. Walking up I noticed it was Molly I quickly grabbed her. She was ice cold, her open eyes were watery but pure black letting me know she was under a spell. I look over her body and notice blood on the blankets then my eyes traveled to her neck. I felt so much rage I throw my head back and roared, the castle shook causing screams to echo my roar But I didn't care I was pissed. I let go of Molly stepping back my claws grew my eye were shining red and my skin was as hot as flames.

Molly wore the standard uniform – jeans, motorcycle boots, dark t-shirt and the Devil’s Saints leather cut. He led her through the wide doorway with BAR in the stained-glass transom. The dark floors continued in here. The walls were flame red with black trim and crown molding. Plastered all over the walls were pictures of the brothers at various events. Some were old. Some recent. There were a few that were obviously special and were not overlapped. Her eyes flickered to the family photo of hers that was taken just days before the shooting. “Molly, I thought that you were headed to bed.” The girl with a pink Mohawk said as Molly sat back on the stool.

74 She found a little girl in a light blue dress— still holding a withering flower. Molly. She was standing behind a trash truck, which covered her scent strongly. Her eyes and nose were red, showing that she's been crying a lot. She was pouting innocently as her cute round face moved left and right. "Get away, Luna. Please." Molly suddenly looked behind Vera at the staircase, her eyes widening. Shadows were dancing on the wall. "T-they're here. Please save yourself." She said before she tiptoed out of there and vanished behind a car.

I asked Molly as I met her gaze on me. "Hmm," Molly sighed heavily. "Hmm, what?" I asked as I devoured the big meat in the bowl after finishing my meal. "The black dragons wanted to attack this castle again," Molly said worriedly, wearing a white gown that reached her feet, and I knew she wasn't wearing any slippers as they mostly walked barefoot. "How did you know about that?" I asked Molly as I saw her looking seriously worried. "I saw some of them flying outside and shooting fire too," Molly said, and I laughed, making her stare at me in surprise, probably wondering why I was laughing.

Molly was coming out of the room, looking pleased. “Chastity, Rowen is here.” Molly said as she turned back to the bedroom. Chastity came out behind Molly, and my breath caught in my throat. She wasn’t in a dress like I thought Molly would get her to wear. She was wearing a blue plaid little top that had small puffy sleeves on the shoulders, and was tight around her breasts and stomach. A small amount of cleavage was showing. She also had on a denim skirt that ended just above her knees. It wasn’t so tight that she couldn’t walk, but just enough to hug her hips just right. She was wearing a pair of brown cowboy boots as well. Her hair was down, but she had a blue plaid head band on to hold i

She kept her makeup nude with a shimmer of gold. Molly wore a pale gold one shoulder piece that sparkled as she moved. It hit the floor and had a modest cut away split in the skirt. Her hair had been tamed into a sleek updo with the bulk of her curls twisted into a series of complex entwined swirls, and her makeup consisted of a dramatic gold eyeshadow with nude lips.