"The real religion of the world comes from women much more than men –from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms." – Oliver Wendell Holms

Molly knew that at one point during the evening, she would have to feed her youngest and only daughter. She was hoping, though, that it wouldn't be during dinner; but much to her dismay Ginny started to cry right when she spotted dinner coming.

"Excuse me," she said as she started to get out of the booth she shared with her husband, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall (the Weasley's had been owled by their former Professors to talk about their eldest son. But, that might not have been the only reason; a little catching-up was in order, also).

"Where are you going, Molly?" Arthur asked curiously as Molly stood up and picked up Ginny.

"It's time for me to feed her," Molly replied as she started to bounce Ginny up and down, hoping that it would quiet her. "And I wouldn't want to nurse her at the table while everyone is eating."

"You don't have to worry about us, Molly," Albus said, speaking on behalf of Minerva.

"Yeah, Molly, we don't mind at all," Minerva chorused.

Sitting back down in the booth, Molly cautiously attached Ginny to her ample bosom. She didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, even though both professors had voiced their opinion about her nursing. They both knew that mothers carried the key to every baby's souls in their bosoms.


Thank you to darksaber3434 for betaing!