Sarah sat down and looked sadly at the two empty seats on each side of the table. She stood up, feeling defeated, and went to the cupboard. She grabbed a box of cookies and sat down on the couch. She turned a knob on the wireless and listened absentmindedly to the voices that poured out.
Sarah Weasley, ten years of age, couldnt help but let a tear fall as she listened to the words of the song.
I'm lonely tonight
Come home to me
Come make this right
Come on baby
She shoved another cookie in her mouth in an attempt to cheer herself up. As she heard footsteps nearing the door, she wiped under her eyes and cleared her throat. She looked at the clock, and saw that it was past 10 again. Her father walked in the door with a tired face.
"Hi daddy," she mumbled. He looked like he hadn't realized any one would be home; tired into shock.
"Heya munchkin," Ron Weasley said, lifting his daughter onto his lap.
"Daddy?" Sarah asked uncomfortably, shifting in his lap.
"Yes," he replied, wondering what was coming.
"What do you do at work that makes you so tired?" Sarah asked. Ron stroked his daughter's red bushy hair and looked into her big brown eyes. He examined her face and saw her mother's dimples, his freckles, her mother's nose, his cheeks...a perfect combination of Hermione and Ron. He knew he couldn't lie anymore. He knew he wouldn't have liked to have been lied to all his life, and neither would Hermione. Sarah wouldn't either.
"Well, your mother, Uncle Harry, and I all work together," he started. He paused. He couldn't explain this correctly without showing her magic first..."Sarah, come here."