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[molly a. weasley]

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smoking was an awful habit. molly knew it quite well. her mother had enough lectures to give her about it anyway. it was a disgusting habit only muggles were addicted to. it was going to be the end of her. it would ruin her teeth. it would give her a disease. it was this, it was that. all molly could do was snicker. whoever the wizard was that invented wizard cigs, she would have to thank later. all the pleasures of the muggle cancer sticks, without any of the disgusting side effects. why muggles spent all their money on something that would kill them, molly would never understand. at least there was nothing icky about these ones. but despite their lack of health risks, they were still outlawed at hogwarts, obviously. but that didn't matter to molly weasley. rules barely applied to her. she was the current queen of slytherin, and therefore, the school. but when she wanted her fix for the day, she would slip off to the abandoned third floor corridor.

the corridor was not unfamiliar to her. it was the easiest place to smoke for one, since it had windows she could open and then sit on the panes so that the smoke went right out to the open. no one went up there much, and she'd shoo away any younger kids if they thought they were all brave and wanted to see the what was so forbidden. she'd lie and say she'd go get the head girl, or one of the slytherin prefects. in all honesty, she hated both of those options. the head girl was a prude, and she despised half of the slytherin prefects. especially the prissy blonde ones- arietta urquhart and, more than ever, effie flint. the girl was a poser, and she hated her to no end. she had always been after molly's rightful place as queen of slytherin. the girl had it out for molly now that she was prefect, and all molly would do was laugh and threaten to ruin her social life. it was that easy when you were slytherin queen. detention only upped her hotness factor, making her look more rebellious, when most of her detentions were only because flint hated her, or because she got caught snogging a guy in public. that was another good use for this corridor. no one bothered you when you were making out in the forbidden corridor. but she wouldn't dare bring her latest conquest there. no, their relationship was to be kept behind even tighter locked doors.

today, molly was in an extra defying sort of mood, and she felt like taking extra risks. she and nate had just finished making out for the remainder of the hour while she excused herself to have a cigarette. she promised to meet him within the next twenty minutes once she was finished with her daily smoke and got herself all ready again. she absolutely hated the slytherin robes and usually went with her own version of them, despite the citations she would get from prefects who were so goody two shoes it wasn't funny. flint never dared write her up for uniform nonsense. molly could complain right back about it. lately, flint had been scarily nice to her when it came to detentions. it was like she was saving it for something big or something. maybe flint was finally learning her place. whatever it was, molly was glad to have the peace. but it didn't stop her from being in good spirits for the day. when she saw the head of immaculate blonde hair that she always envied, molly couldn't help it. she took a long drag from her smoke and rolled her eyes. "i thought even prefects weren't allowed on this floor, flint." she said with a smirk. "or are we just feeling nice and rebellious today?" she asked, chuckling to herself.

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`TAG effie flint bitch
`WORD COUNT 648
`WEARING badass <3.
`MUSIC best i ever had - vertical horizon
`NOTES muahaha. shortposts.
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[euphemia l. flint]

It was ridiculous how many people would see her coming and suddenly think they were off the hook. Yes, she was a Slytherin, the house known for “having a certain disregard for the rules” but that didn’t mean she was going to let that happen. Effie was a controlling maniac. Things had to be immaculate and in order for her to be at ease. She was a drill sergeants dream come true Someone who didn’t have to be asked to tuck in their shirt, or tidy their corner of the dormitory unlike someone she could think of. However, that was far from her mind at the moment. Actually, no, it was now immediate. Effie had been in an incredibly wonderful mood recently for the mere fact that she had been purposely trying to avoid Molly Weasley for the past week. It was a… new thing she was trying. A professor had recommended it to her and so far, it was working. However, Effie could feel the anxiety of not lashing out at Molly building up inside of her. It was like an addiction that she was slowly trying to wean herself off of or something. In fact, Effie had been taking her anger out on others—namely younger students she came across, and even more so non Slytherins as she was trying to win them over somewhat. But that was a hush hush. She could feel the joyous reputation of being the strictest prefect rise among them. Did it make her popular among them? No, Did it matter? Uh, no.

And so that’s what Effie was currently doing. Or at least that what her intentions were. It was then, as she was meandering along the fourth floor that she received a rather appealing owl for her to scamper to the third floor. What did he actually think was going to happen? Didn’t he know that Effie Flint never puts out? Unless necessary

[/b]. However, she figured that she would be obliging and entertain his thoughts for a moment. It would be a nice break from the stress would it not?

However, a certain someone appeared to have different plans. No one was insight except for the tell tale signs of a Weasly. God could their hair be anymore flamboyant? It gave Effie a headache worse than her stress could give one. As they both knew she would, Molly was the one to speak up first. Effie kindly, in a way that was almost too sweet so as not to be sweet. There was no way in hell Effie was ever going to allow Molly to find out why she was here. Because, unfortunately, Molly was right. Prefects weren’t an exception to the rule. ”Mmm, is it really smart to antagonize the prefect Molly? I thought we were smarter than that.” Molly knew that she would write her up in a second, and every word after that would have it's own consequence. Effie would give Molly everything under the sun--as she had before--except take away house points. As, well, that would betray Effie's competitive nature. "Knowing you so well Molly, I know there's a male around here somewhere. Care to hand over his name?" More so a stab at her atrocious reputation than a fish for information.

notes:we'll make this pretty laterss

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[molly a. weasley]

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what it was about effie flint that bugged molly the most, she would never know. maybe it was the falseness of the girl, or the fact that they actually attempted to be friends in first year, only to be backstabbed by the girl when one person mentioned that molly was a weasley, and that burns was just her cover. she didn't know. but ever since adriana macdougal explained the hierarchy that was slytherin queendom, molly and effie had it out for each other. there could only ever be one queen and her best friend (who was more than likely a sixth year, or the runner up for the title), and everyone else just fell short. from the moment she heard what it was about, molly wanted the title. she started sucking up to all the upper class girls, proving to them that she was more like her mother than anyone. when she explained that her mother was audrey burns, it let off a little slack. still. she would never have the family status of effie, and it made molly burn on the inside. that would always be the blonde girl's advantage, as well as her pristine blonde hair. stupid blonde hair. stupid perfect looks. but molly worked her way to the top. effie glided.

maybe that was why they hated each other so much. they were always, always trying to one up each other. when effie got named prefect in fifth year, molly went and started dating/ hitting on effie's brothers. molly lost her virginity first, which made guys flock to her like flies to honey. that was always easy for her. boys were the effortless part of her. in every subject molly succeeded in, effie struggled and vice versa. it was like they were designed to be each other's enemy. molly was eternally disorganized, so bunking next to effie was nearly hell for the blonde girl. molly wasn't quite a slob, but she would never be as immaculately organized as her blonde counterpart. both equal in beauty, molly made a habit of snatching boys that effie seemed interested in from under her nose. sure, it made her seem easy, but even so, she loved seeing the fleck of envy in those eyes. she would take a thousand detentions just to see the girl go red with anger while molly was as calm as a cucumber. well... a cucumber with racing adrenaline.

antagonizing effie was more than worth the citations. sometimes molly thought she did it just for the adrenaline rush it gave her. so this past week had been almost boring for her. if it hadn't been for her sneaking around with nate, then she would've gone seeking trouble much earlier than now. with the girl so close in range, how could molly resist? nate could wait, however much it would pain her to do so when she thought about it. she never kept him waiting, but this would be worth it. or so she hoped. she couldn't help but roll her eyes. as if being a prefect scared molly. by now it had no effect on her but a twinge of jealousy. adriana was a prefect when she was queen. "one of my best ideas, actually." she said, smirk firmly in place. "it's a wonder the professors haven't written you up for abuse of power. or haven't they notice you target me." with one last drag of her cigarette, molly tossed it out the window near her. she laughed bitterly at effie's next statement. "too far out of your league to even register." she said. and it was true. effie couldn't even get close to the other carrow, much less nate. with an even bigger smirk, molly crossed her arm and leaned against the walls. "maybe you should get a guy of your own, ef. it would make you a whole less uptight." she said, trying hard not to laugh at her own joke.

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`TAG effie flint bitch
`WORD COUNT 655
`WEARING badass <3.
`MUSICdaughter- pearl jam
`NOTES this is so beyond fun.
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[euphemia l. flint]

What was it about Molly Weasley that made her so unquestionably horrid? Besides the red hair, it was the inconceivable threat she posed. Slytherin females are almost pointedly marked from the moment they enter the house. There are those with everything and then there are those with nothing. Those with nothing usually do absolutely nothing about it. They accept it. They’re in Slytherin because they were chosen to be but they will never be first tier. Molly wasn’t like that. She caught on quickly and what made Effie so mad was that she succeeded. Before Effie could blink, Molly had been chosen over her. Molly Weasley was chosen over Effie Flint? Granted, it’s not as if Flint is the name that will get you just anywhere, but Molly should have been one of those girls who had nothing coming in and left with the same.

Honestly…A Weasel in Slytherin? Times were changing, it was clear, and children of The Battle of Hogwarts generation were not as prejudice as the former generation. But this was all too much for the like of Effie. She was part of the select few who were determined to keep the tradition alive. And according that that tradition, a Weasley would never be a true Slytherin—blood or not.

Effie remembers the day she met Molly perfectly. There was hope for friendship between the two, in fact, if they were still friends, there is no telling what kind of hell they would have accomplished. But Effie wasn’t going to play that game. She didn’t want to be friends with a Weasley. She couldn’t be friends with a Weasley. Sure, as a Slytherin, a member of their exclusive club, there would still be hope if Molly would be willing to forgive the scorn Effie provided. But it was only fuel to the fire.

Effie continued to analyze the girl in front of her. There was so much about Molly that she hated. She hated how completely opposite they were in, literally, everything. Their clothing, their approach, their methods, their habits, school, personalities, looks. It was disgusting how well they played their parts, but in a way that Effie would never truly be able to appreciate fully. But they were alike in one way. They were both determined. But still, it was absurd that Molly had come so far. She hadn’t proved anything. She was a slut and a red head. How could she be Slytherin queen material. Effie could never accept it. She wouldn’t.

The blonde’s smile was no longer in tact, as it was sure to dissipate eventually. ”As if you don’t deserve to be written up… Besides, when it comes to reputations, whose word will the likely believe?” And out of my league? That couldn’t possibly be coming from a Weasley?... Was she serioud? ”Who is… meeting a boy in secret? Does he not want to be seen with you?

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notes: i actually love gingers.

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[molly a. weasley]

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how was it that this girl was named prefect? seriously. she was bitch to the max and abused every single power she had. and wasn't there a code or something? you didn't write up those in your own house? it lost the house points, and she sure as hell didn't want to lose the house cup to gryffindor. she'd rather stab herself. didn't effie realize that? well, of course not. the girl was blonde. as stereotypical as it was, most blondes that molly knew, despite their house, were incurably vapid, and in most cases, nothing could be done. her cousin dominique was the prime example. she was a bit of an airhead, molly was pained to admit. but it was true. even those who pretended to be cunning, like arietta urquhart, were just that- pretending. she obviously knew nothing about how to work the opposite sex. if she did, she would've snagged andanov months ago, and he wouldn't be cheating on her with a french blonde slut. and it came back to blondes. they were usually airheaded and loose, and yet effie was the opposite. the girl could use a bit of stupidity and sex in her life. she was far too uptight. maybe that was another thing that bugged her so much. or maybe it was her outright snootiness that was paired with her name. well, whatever.

when she thought about being friends with effie, molly almost laughed. almost. had she not slept with effie's brother, maybe there would be a chance of forging at least an understanding between the two of them. but that was so far gone it wasn't even funny anymore. the idea of them being friends was just... it wasn't going to happen. she would rather lose the house cup to gryffindor, and that was saying something. molly was shockingly all for house spirit- but that was beyond the point. when she heard the news from nate that lucian was to be betrothed to her, molly laughed out loud, and then began to pity him. lucian could be a twisted bastard at the best of times, but even he didn't deserve to spend the rest of this life with a hag like effie. even if she was absolutely gorgeous, what was behind her face was just... disgusting. and anyway, if he wanted a pretty blonde, he had one in josslynn.

molly didn't see this conversation ending well. and yet, she was content as a cucumber to let it twist and turn any way that it wanted to. molly couldn't help but smirk when she saw the blonde's face fall. it was amusing as hell. molly had a humor when it came to her arguments with effie. but when it came to the other girl, she was so serious, so intent on daggers spewing from her eyes. it amused molly to no end. she shrugged. "honestly? i don't care much about my reputation with teachers. i'll be gone in a few months. what do i care? so they can take your word and shove it wherever it pleases them." she said, examining her nails. "and go ahead and tell them that, narc. i don't mind." she said, snickering slightly. she laughed bitterly. "yes, dear. out of your league. i'm sure you've heard the expression before?" she said, ignoring the weasley comment. she usually ignored those comments from flint. they were low blows that meant nothing. she couldn't change her name, could she? so the comment was useless. she shook her head. "at least i'm wanted, doll face. i don't see many guys asking to meet you in secret." she said, shrugging. the last comment made her laugh. "you have standards. isn't that code for 'frequently rejected' or something?" she asked, turning her attention back to her nails.

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`TAG effie flint bitch
`WORD COUNT 630
`WEARING badass <3.
`MUSIC story of your life - we the kinds
`NOTES and i don't find blondes to be vapid sluts (:
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