Molly had been looking forward to tonight. She and Charlie had been busy enough getting the cottage ready that it hadn't been too noticeable, but a home hardly felt like a home until it had held the warmth and noise of family and friends.

The apron over Molly's robes was smudged with flour, and as she went to open the door, a quick wave of her wand cleaned it so she could give them a warm welcome, her arms spread in the offer of a hug.

"Come in, come in. Oh, I'm so glad you're here."