Molly Weasley Cosplay Novels & Stories

“What time is it?” I’d suggested that she let her real fangs hang out, but she’d merely rolled her eyes at me. Molly checked her watch. She was dressed as a fortune teller, swathed in glittering purple robes and carrying a plastic crystal ball around with her. It reminded me of Helena, and I shuddered.

I don't need to see him to feel his piercing gaze of warning. Everyone seems to have gone all out with costumes, there's different versions of several costumes so only two or six people have identical costumes. Rachael is dressed as a hot nurse with soulless eyes, I love it, she's working her look with discreet confidence. The boys are drooling over her just as they are with Molina, who is dressed as a fairy, Tinkerbell to be specific. Molly's makeup is green to match her tinker dress. I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky.

Molly says cheerfully, making us smile. She had just joined Molly's pack, she was younger than the rest, Asher was twenty-one, and she had just turned eighteen. But it took me by surprise, she smelled different. I gasped, making my eyes widen, "You're human!" I said, making her face blush.

“Probably, as the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Molly, do you even look at yourself in the mirror? You are an angel when compared to beauty, you have this long wavy brown hair that glitters like a chocolate ice cream, a pair of beautiful brown eyes that captivates everyone, I mean it captivated me. You have this adorable height, has it ever occurred to you that you are more than two inches taller than me? And I am considered tall for a girl. You have this flame around you that makes you special. Beautiful and attractive like a blue fire and everybody knows that blue fire burns fiercer and hotter. You are like blue fire, Molly, attractive to look at and dangerous to touch but you also

At first, I only saw eyes staring back at me, but now the monster has slaughtered a werewolf, and I can no longer stay idle. I tiredly put on my clothes. I don't care about fashion and dress like Aerith from Final Fantasy on most days. I've always been kind at heart, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter is my idol—she wasn't afraid of being herself. She always smiled, and watching her gave me the strength to wear my floral patterned clothes and boots. Humming to myself, I walk out through my room at the hotel, almost crashing into the girl from the other day—Patricia.

Something about the sadness in his eyes added a dangerous edge to his charm. They couldn't have been more different. And the girl noticed.She glanced back and forth, clearly trying to decide which flavor of Black yogurter she preferred. Zaria rolled her eyes at the girl's transparency. "Mrs. Georgina, don't tell me this is the mysterious savior? Come on, give us a proper introduction." "I'm Molly," the girl said brightly, beating Georgina to it. Her voice was warm, her tone confident. She had that sunlit, open quality that made you think she'd never had an awkward moment in her life.

She had shoulder length steely grey hair and big black plastic framed glasses. “Ah this is the future Luna I keep hearing about I take it?” Molly asked looking Naomi up and down, before Naomi could even get a Hi out. “Hmm, not disappointing I suppose. Where is that useless excuse of an Alpha too?” she asked winking at Naomi and walking past her into the living room.

“Hey, munchkin! What’s going on? How was school?” Molly squirmed with excitement. “I went today!” Vivian laughed, turning the camera slightly. “That’s right. She actually went, and came home smiling. Miracles happen.” I stepped closer, smiling instinctively. “That’s wonderful, Molly. I’m so proud of you.” Molly gasped. “Aunt Celeste!” She leaned into the camera, her face lighting up. “Look! I wore a new hair clip today!” She turned her head to show off a small silver clip shaped like a daisy. My heart squeezed.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

Molly asked, excited. "Such enthusiasm, huh? Doesn't even seem like you're about to try to kill yourself today," Lisaura commented, confused. "But I brought it, yes, and the wig, of course." She said as Molly dragged her inside. The two quickly went upstairs to the bedroom. "Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you," Molly commented, looking at the bag and taking things out of it. She spotted a blue wig. "But… Why a pink wig and a blue one?"