There were still two beds in that room.
Still two sets of linen that needed changing and two pillows that needed fluffing from time to time. After all, this was the guest room now. That arrangement had been established sometime before the second bed grew into something so much infinitely huger than just a bed, and so infinitely full of yesterdays that it made Molly feel rather empty of tomorrows.
But it was today, and the bedding needed changing.
Molly raised her wand, but thought better of it.
Slow and deliberate, she folded back the covers.
There should be no magic for this.