• *Angelo's*
  • Molly:...
  • Molly's blind date:*shovelling food into his mouth*
  • Molly:*awkward* Sorry, how do you know Mary?
  • Molly's blind date:I work at Sarah's nursery.
  • Molly:*frowns* Sharlotte.
  • Molly's blind date:*waves a hand* Yeah.
  • Molly:*discreetly checks her watch*
  • Molly's blind date:Mary said you're a doctor?
  • Molly:*nods* Yes. Pathology. You know, post-mortem studies.
  • Molly's blind date:*shrugs* Not really a doctor, though, is it?
  • Molly:*annoyed* Mmm, I didn't attend medical school for several years and fail to collect my doctorate.
  • Molly's blind date:Still...
  • Molly:...
  • -a few minutes later; Molly's phone rings-
  • Molly:*relieved* Oh, thank God *answers her phone* Hello?
  • Sherlock:*at Baker Street; bored* Ah, Molly I have a body which needs urgent attention. Unless by some miracle you've found 'the one'?
  • Molly:*pleasant* Hi, Dad. Is something wrong?
  • Sherlock:*smirks* Another stellar speciman, I see.
  • Molly:*mock gasps* What? A car crash? Is she alright?
  • Sherlock:*dismissive* Yes, she'll be fine. What did you wear for him?
  • -sounds of Molly preparing to leave-
  • Molly:*quickly* yes, yes, of course. I'll come right away.
  • Sherlock:*smiles* Good to hear.
  • Molly:*to her date* I'm sorry. My mum's had an accident. I have to go...
  • Molly's blind date:*faint* I thought you said your dad snuffed it.
  • Molly:*to her date* Yeah. He did... *sounds of her leaving the restaurant; quietly* I don't think we're going to stay a secret for much longer, you know.
  • Sherlock:*twirling a ring box in his free hand* Oh, I don't think it'll matter, Molly. See you soon *hangs up with a grin*
The Case of the Tight Trousers
  • Molly's Flat
  • Mary:So, does he know that you know?
  • Molly:*smirks* No. At least, I don't think so.
  • Mary:And you're not going to tell him you know?
  • Molly:*shrugs* No harm in letting him continue on this way. After all, I'm reaping the benefits.
  • Mary:*raises her eyebrow* As is the rest of London. I'm pretty sure he's about to be arrested for public indecency.
  • Molly:*giggles* Well, until that happens, it's a nice to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he's only been 'pining' for a couple weeks. I did it for seven years.
  • Mary:*nods* True. But how much longer can you hold out? Molly, I saw him just this morning! I don't think he can get any more drastic!
  • Molly:*sighs dramatically* Well, if you must know, I think I may end this whole thing tonight.
  • Mary:*eyes widen in delight* Oh, really?
  • Molly:*blushes and ducks her head* There's only so much I can take. He purposefully dropped his pen and bent over in the lab this morning and... *whispers* he had no lines!
  • Mary:*bites her lip* Erm, lines?
  • Molly:*bright red* You know... pant lines! The man is going commando!
  • Mary:*cackles* I knew it!
  • Molly:I swear, it was all I could do not to climb him like a freakin' tree, right there in the lab!
  • Mary:*fans herself dramatically* So, what are you going to do?
  • Molly:*grins wickedly* Well, two can play this game.
  • *in the lab*
  • Mary:*sipping coffee* How was the date last night, Molly?
  • Sherlock:*at his microscope; rolls his eyes*
  • Molly:*sighs* Bloody awful! We had absolutely nothing in common. He thought a specialist registrar was a marriage guidance counsellor.
  • Mary:*raises an eyebrow* Wow...
  • John:*sympathetic* Chin up. You'll meet someone.
  • Molly:*shrugs* I don't know; maybe it's me.
  • Sherlock:Oh for God's sake, Molly, of course it's not you. You're perfect.
  • Molly:...
  • John:...
  • Mary:...
  • Molly:...
  • Sherlock:*looking between them; frowns* Oh, come on. This is not news!
  • John & Mary:*murmur their agreement*
  • Molly:*blinking; overwhelmingly happy* R-really?
  • Sherlock:*nods* Yup.
  • Molly:*throws her arms around his neck; kisses his cheek* Thank you.
  • John:*mutters to Mary* We think so, too.
  • Sherlock:*cheeks pink* You can sod off.
Turned Back

Harry Potter thought that his summer would never be as lonely as the summer before sixth year. But after the disastrous ministry trip….it was even worse. Sirius was dead and both Ron and Hermione blamed him for that and for their own injuries that they sustained. And to make it worse, he learned that they had been stealing from his trust account. Molly had his key and was using it without his permission. And she even set up a freaking betrothal contract. He made a face at that.

So he removed all his money from that account, much to the disgruntled goblin’s displeasure, and placed it in a trunk that he kept on his person at all time. He also went shopping, getting history books, academic books, and ward books which he also placed in his trunk. One good thing came of his summer. He had met another student, a ravenclaw that he found had a lot in common with him. They grew close and before august even came around, he considered her his new best friend. 

He was on his way to meet her now, and had sent a letter, telling Kate to meet with him in the ice cream shop so that they could discuss plans for the upcoming school year. And also plans for fighting Voldemort. Not to mention they need to get some shopping done. He grinned as he entered the shop, seeing that Kate was already there.

“Hey Kate. Hope your summer has been management,” he said, his eyes soft in understanding.