Late at night, in the kitchen of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
The dazed Mrs. Weasley was staring at the freshly cooked cup of hot cocoa, what was she thinking?
"What's the matter, Molly?"
Mr. Weasley put the cloak in his hand on his wife's shoulders, and asked with a frown.
Mrs. Weasley shook her shoulders slightly, looked sideways at her husband, and said in a low voice, "They really did that?"
Molly really can't accept her
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