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She was an irritant to Bella. While she ruled Slytherin, the blood-traitor Prewett ruled Gryffindor. Both, in others’ eyes, considered equals.
How dare they!
Yet…
With her fiery red hair and cutting brown-eyed glare stronger than even Mother’s, Molly Prewett had the persona of a mother dragon. Her curves exuding heat ready give comfort.
Bella knew the Gryffindor witch was alone in the Quidditch Pitch stands, watching her crush fly. Arthur Weasley wasn’t worthy of her.
Should she hex her or fall into her warm bosom, hoping for love? Bella laughed… definitely Hex. Someday, she guessed Molly would return fire.