Molly Weasley Cosplay Novels & Stories

We walked into the shop side by side and took a seat by the window. Molly’s hair was up in a loose, messy bun, and a few tendrils of hair were framing her face beautifully. She had on a touch of extremely light makeup on, and the top she had on matched with her sneakers perfectly. It was a lilac color– her second favorite color, because the color blue would always come first. The shorts she had on were white, which matched with her bag. I couldn’t take my eyes off her even if I wanted to, because she looked so damn gorgeous.

The burning was too intense, trying to claw out of me. Molly didn’t have a care in the world right now. Everything was put away, shoved down in whatever drawer it was supposed to go. And for now, her eyes were in a daze. Her body glistened from some sweat. She never stopped. Her hands were in the air, twirling, creating a spell, and she turned, circling. She could’ve been in a field, enjoying the feel of the sun on her. It was the same movements, but more whimsical.

If she could attend some actual classes, she would definitely learn a lot. Then she would know how to teach. The next day, after waking up in the morning, Molly put on elegant light makeup and then changed into youthful clothes. She wore a short white jacket, skinny blue jeans and a pair of ankle shoots, looking tall, slender, cute and beautiful. She tried to present herself as a pretty young girl. After all, she needed to pretend to be a student, so she shouldn't dress up too maturely! It was proved that her choice of garments was right.

Shane pointed at her shirt. "Alright... someone's in a bad mood," Molly laughed and proceeded to take her clothes off. Shane looked at her face, which was covered in a thick layer of makeup. Her hair was jet black with hot pink streaks. "Where is the wig I asked you to wear?" Shane said irritably. "Sorry honey, I took it off because I was hot. I'll put it on for you." Molly took a blonde wig out of her purse and put it on. "Is this better?" she cooed.

After a long, frozen silence, Grant tried to test the waters. "If you like them that much, I'll just have Molly give them to you as a toy..." "Where did you get these?" Pheisar ignored him, snapping his head up to glare at the shaking Molly. "Talk!" "I... I bought them a few days ago," she stammered, sobbing. "From a little shop in the rogue district." Seeing his fangs beginning to show, she forced herself to continue. "I... I just really liked the moon design. So I bought them and wore them..."

I tugged off the rest of my clothes, and went into the bathroom. After mollie left lucas's room, she walked over to Freya's room . She reached for the door handle the door opened. Freya sat on her bed in her room. Her ombre hair floated loose around her shoulders, she wore a glitter lace dress, and a Round toe stiletto high heel lace up ankle boots. She stared at her in utter amazement. "Mollie! What's wrong? Do I look That bad? " she asked nervously.

A dormant wolf in a high-fashion pelt? "Especially you," Molly encouraged. "A wolf doesn't need to howl to show its teeth." Avery hesitated, then nodded. It was a fair trade. Molly’s excitement became a physical thing as she began pulling heavy, fur-lined gowns and shimmering lunar-lace from the racks. She chose two ceremonial robes and a heavy battle-cloak. "Don't worry about the presentation," Molly whispered as she ushered Avery toward the shifting-stalls. "I’ll paint the war-markings on your skin myself. Just breathe."

Runa chuckled. “Good idea.” Molly joked. - So they weren’t going all spontaneous like the last get together. Molly wore a yellow sundress that was not too short and not too long. Her dirty blonde hair was in a bun and she placed light mascara on with a few blush. Whilst Runa wore a red dress, some red lipstick and once again she decided to wear some expensive sparkling red heels again. She straightened her hair and placed just mascara on it. “You look so good. I’m so happy you’re home.” Molly said, pulling her in a hug.

Though she obviously had a different style, Natalie still recognized the child in front of her at a glance... Is this... Molly? But isn't this child only ten years old? Why does she look like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl? And that feeling was definitely not because Molly had grown much taller in the past two years, but because of her exaggerated attire and the sky-blue wig on her head. A ten-year-old child was wearing a leather jacket and a skirt, and she even had a w super thick blue smokey makeup. Her long fluttering fake eyelashes made Natalie feel bad. "You, are you really... Molly?"

the boy said turning away from her and covered himself with the blanket as Molly just stood there looking at him. There was a mirror on the wall near where the desk was and seeing it Molly flew to it. She stood in front of it and gasped; yet again there was a stranger staring back at her. She had thick maroon hair that was tied up in a high bun and ocean blue eyes; ocean blue eyes that were empty and had no story in them, like staring at a blanket canvas, there was nothing there. Molly was looking straight at herself but yet again it wasn't her that was there, it was someone else.