The Years Between || G.W

2003- Violet's POV

***A/N*** hey guys! Back again with a short chapter. I'll try to be back today with another one but I've had a long past couple of days so if not today, I'll see you Tuesday! xx

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Dear Molly,

It's decided, I'm going to move home, well back to the wizarding world as soon as I find a place of my own. If you have any listings from something other than the Daily Prophet, do you mind sending them my way? I don't need much, just a little flat over a shop in Diagon Alley, or something in Hogsmead. It's just me and my cat Fergus after all.

How is everyone on your end? I saw Ginny on the front page of the Prophet this morning. She looks as happy as ever. I don't have any contact information for her so let her know that I am proud of her for me? Course in a few months I will be able to tell her myself.

Please let me know if you find a flat someplace. Thank you for everything Molly.

Best,

Violet.

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Violet,

Ginny says thank you amongst other things that I'd rather not repeat in a letter. Something about getting 'piss drunk'... you will have to have that chat with her when you get here.

Fleur and Bill stopped by yesterday. They are expecting their second child! Not only that but Percy's daughter Molly is now giggling and smiling at people! There are so many babies around that it's getting a little hard to keep up with them all but I can't wait for more!

George hasn't been great. It seems as if last year was his last year being happy. It's only gone downhill. Even the arrival of his new niece Molly couldn't seem to pull him out of his foul mood. It was surprising to us all really, he was so good when Victoire was first born and we were expecting him to be just as good with little Molly but he hasn't even held her.

That also might be because of Percy and Audrey though. Audrey is what people call a helicopter mother, she barely lets me hold little Molly let alone George who has been a drunkard for years now.

It was his birthday a week ago, that wasn't fantastic. It's gotten to the point where we can't even look at him on his birthday or else he'll start shouting and screaming. I think this year he drank five bottles of current wine and cried the entire time he did it. Everyone is getting tired of him, they want me to give up the way that they've all given up. At this point, it feels like the only people on his side are me and Fleur. Who'd have thought that Fleur and I would ever be on the same side for anything?

There wasn't much in the paper in terms of listings for flats but I will keep an eye out now that I know you are actually moving. I can't wait to see your face again. Please say that you moving back home means that we will have tea every week? Or at least every month?

Let me know if one of these listings works for you.

Best,

Molly.

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"What's with you?" my co-worker Avery asks as I walk into the bar.

I shrug my shoulders, "Stress."

"What sort of stress?"

"The kind that comes with moving?"

She opens her mouth in an 'o' shape, "You're moving?"

I nod, "Not for a few more months but yeah, that's the goal."

"Did you tell Vinny?"