Birthday challenge 2 at His Most Faithful Forum. 100 words and the first time I have written Molly Weasley. Not sure if that is a good thing or not.
Molly closed her eyes tight to fight against the impeding light and her cruel curiosity. Every night, she beat it away. Every night, she was punished for her curiosity, but still it came sneaking back.
Battling down sobs, she creaked open her brown eyes. She wanted to stare at the simmering pot, yet, somehow, her eyes travelled in the wrong direction.
They found the clock instead.
With a cry like a wounded animal, she collapsed onto the floor. She heard footsteps rush towards her as her eyes filled with water and she whimpered loudly.
There were only eight hands now.