Molly Weasley sat at her kitchen table, listening to Celestina Warbeck croon love songs on the radio. The cool fall air rustled through the open window. The house was silent. No shouting, no explosions, and no cheerful laughter. And yet, Molly was not in peace.
Cradling a cup of tea in her hands, she glanced up every so often at the clock. Molly sighed in relief. Everyone was where they were supposed to be. Three hands pointed to 'work', while the other five pointed to 'school'.
Molly's eyes flicked back up to the clock. The shiny golden hands remained still.