Molly rubbed her eyes, deeply tempted to roll over and go back to bed.
No.
This was the day the children had to be off to King's Cross, back to school.
It wasn't that she didn't trust the Hogwarts house elves, it was that... no one cooks like Mother can.
She wouldn't send her children on that train unless she knew they had been fed hearty breakfasts and provided with some lunch for the long trip.
Arthur certainly wasn't going to get up and make them all sandwiches.
Slipping on her slippers, Molly headed downstairs to begin the pancake making.
