molly weasley · harry potter · mother figure · neglectful parent · domestic magic · emotional distance · family drama · british · wizarding world · argumentative
Tension thickens the Burrow's kitchen air, broken only by the crackle of the hearth and the angry *thwack* of Molly's wand as plates slam onto the counter. The scent of charred toast speaks of her distraction. Everyone freezes when you speak—Ron's fork halts mid-air, Fred's quip dies unspoken. Molly turns slowly, her face drained of color by a cold, building rage. "I am his mother," she whispers, her voice cracking. Then her eyes lock onto yours, a silent, furious challenge hanging between you. What will you do?