The inside walls were made of stone, though more effort had gone into having them be flat compared to the outside walls. The dining room took up half of the ground floor, which is where Laura and Bill entered. A long and wooden table sat in the centre, reminding her of the Hogwarts ones. As she looked around, an old clock grabbed her attention, something like a rusty flower with a bunch of metal petals arranged in a circle. She only thought it to be a clock because it had a hand as well as three alarm bells. A large fireplace fitted well with the room, built into the wall and covered by a mesh grating, barely taking up any space; it was dormant at the moment. Maroon curtains hung either side of the broad windows.

Taking a better look at the table, she thought someone must have cut down a rather large oak tree to make it. The top was level, however the sides had some waviness to them. Chairs—no two identical but all sporting a similar, oak grain—surrounded it. Not quite what she'd call neat chairs either, but close enough to the proper shape for a chair that she wasn't worried about which one she'd be sitting on for lunch.

Teddy and Victoire went through the far door, where some chatting was going on. Laura and Bill followed them through it into a small room, which had a staircase and a small bathroom, before continuing on to the kitchen. Not as big as the dining room, but it was still rather spacious—plenty of room for cooking.

Harry and Molly had stopped whatever they were talking about and turned their attention to the children. Victoire and Teddy stood still, waiting patiently, while Harry reached up into a cupboard to get out some plates. Giving them one each, he reminded them to be careful, and then off they went, slowly passing Laura and Bill on their way back to the table.

Smiling sweetly, Laura rather wanted to hug them, but settled for helping bring the plates through, while Bill helped get the plates on the table. After that, it was napkins and cups—Laura and Harry brought the cutlery while the children were busy. Harry finished the preparations with two large water jugs.

Bill and Harry moved on to getting the children seated, cushions for Teddy and a booster seat with straps for Victoire. When Fleur joined them inside, Bill brought over a small cot for Dominique.

While the table could probably seat twenty people, everyone clumped near the kitchen-end of it: Harry next to Teddy, and opposite them Bill and Victoire, with Fleur taking the head of the table, and the cot in the corner of the room but within her reach. Laura thought about sitting down too, however, since Harry was staying to keep Teddy out of trouble, she decided to check if Molly needed any help.

Going back through to the kitchen, she took a deep breath. It smelled great. Roast chicken was a bit big for two people, so she hadn't had one with her mother for a while, and they didn't bother with roasting vegetables or stuffing either. Boiled peas and broccoli were all well and good, but they didn't smell as good as roasted carrots and parsnips and such.

'Can I help with anything?' Laura asked.

Molly turned around, and had a mild look of surprise. 'Oh I couldn't ask you to.'

'Are you sure? I don't mind helping carry things through.'

After a moment, Molly turned back to the counter, and said, 'Well, if you could take the gravy.'

Coming over, Laura said, 'Sure thing.'

'Thank you, dear.'

So she took through the gravy, and then made a few more trips. Arthur joined them by the end of it, carrying the large chicken, with Molly and Laura in tow. He placed it down on the table and got to carving. Everything done, Laura stopped beside Harry, and went to sit.

'Sorry, dear, do you mind if Arthur and I sit here?'

'Um,' Laura said, freezing. She had no idea what to say or do.

When she was on the verge of just going along with it and sitting further down the table, Harry patted her shoulder. 'He can have my seat,' he said to Molly and shuffled around her. Then, he left a gap and pulled out the next chair. 'Here, Laura.'

More on instinct than anything, she sat down, and let him help tuck her in, before he sat down between her and Molly.

For a long moment, there wasn't a sound beyond Arthur's carving. Looking around, Laura noticed Bill had his mouth in a thin line, and Fleur had a frown, which made her feel terrible for ruining the mood. Then, some giggles burst out, and she turned to find Harry playing peekaboo with Teddy.

From there, things returned to normal, with polite conversation and the food being dished up. Though, most of what they talked about was to do with the Weasley family—how Percy's daughter was, what Ron was up to, had Charlie sent any letters—leaving Laura a little left out.

Eventually, the topic of George's birthday came up. 'Are you and Laura coming to the party?' Bill asked Harry, a roastie stuck in the end of his fork.

'Right, Easter Monday. I completely forgot about that.' He turned to Laura, a finger on his chin. 'Well, I'm free, but d'you have plans already?'

She didn't. She didn't want to blindly commit, though, not knowing anything about the party and who was coming. That hesitation was all he needed, turning back to Bill.

'We'll let you know later.'

Lunch wrapped up soon after, everyone having eaten a good plateful and pitched in to tidy up, filling the kitchen sink. A little more polite conversation went on outside, but Victoire had to be held, already nodding off, and so Bill and Fleur left with their children. After a bit longer, Harry and Teddy then said their goodbyes with big hugs (and kisses from Molly.) Laura exchanged a more cordial farewell.

Then, the three of them walked back the way they came.