On rainy days, she baked. When she was home, she went into the kitchen and pulled out the pans that had by this point turned slightly brown, but were still just fine, because like her mum she refused to have them cleaned with magic. Her mum said it took away from the taste of the cake, and who was she to argue when her mother was practically the queen of baking. When she was at Hogwarts, she went down to the kitchen, where the house elves knew that she liked to bake. They pulled out the pans and the ingredients, and insisted on trying to help her; she politely refused.
She felt someone come up behind her. She turned around and began exasperatedly, "Yes, I'm quite certain." She finished her rotation and gave a jump. It was not another overly-helpful house elf, but rather it was Arthur Weasley. "Oh, hello there Arthur,"
"Hello, Molly." He blushed and rubbed his neck, like he always seemed to be doing in her presence.
"What brings you down here?" Molly asked as she mixed the batter with an expert's hand. She turned and poured it into the pan. Immediately, a house elf picked it up and put it in the oven.
"You see," He said nervously, "I was hoping you would like to join me for a dinner." He gestured to where the house elves had set up a small table for two, complete with candles.
Her eyes softened. "Oh, Arthur, I would love to." From them on, they dined when it rained.