Looking back
Walnuts had haunted Molly's dreams since she was seven years old. It was a stupid thing to be so scared about, but Lucy's trip to St Mungo's had given everyone a fright.
It had been a sunny day, fortunately – trying to fit all the Weasley-Potters and Scamanders inside the Burrow when it rained had been a disaster. Grandma Molly, who she was named after, had put out nibbles for everyone and most of the children had ran around screaming as per usual.
Lucy persuaded Molly to let her practice plaiting her hair, and so they had both been sitting out of the miniature food fight. Lucy opened her mouth to say something, and the walnut flew straight in. She nearly choked to death, turning a truly horrible colour.
It was Molly's worst memory – being helpless, unable to save her sister.