Paper & Cup.
The birds were chirping outside, and the sun was shining through the kitchen of the Burrow on that particular day Pigwidgeon flew through the window with that morning’s Prophet.
Molly stood over the sink, and as if on command - as if she knew Pigwidgeon was going to fly through the window at that very moment - the witch leaned to the side to allow him entrance.
She was currently washing the remainder of the breakfast dishes when he returned home with the paper she’d sent for him to fetch.
“Right on time.”
Molly stepped away from the dishes, drawing her wand and waving it toward what remained unclean, and at that very moment, the rag began to - with the aid of her very handy dandy magic - wash the dishes all by itself.
She relied so much on her magic when it came to keeping her house clean.
There was always so much to do and such little time in one day to do it - she didn't know how muggles managed to keep their homes clean without the help of magic. If one thing was for certain, Molly Weasley knew with how big her family was, she couldn't do it without the help of her trusty wand and the power she wielded through it.
Molly replaced her wand in the pocket of her robes and washed her hands with the cloth hanging on the cupboard doors beneath the sink.
She reached in her pocket and pulled out what she owed Pigwidgeon whilst also giving him a bit of leftover cookie she’d baked the night before when Harry and Ginny first arrived for one of their regular visits.
Pigwidgeon of course took the cookie, hooting in approval when he finished the treat Molly knew he loved.
She held out her hand toward him and he nodded in approval, and she took it as her cue to pet his feathers. She smiled, and he hooted and ruffled himself up as if he was enjoying her touch very much.
“Such a pretty bird.”
Molly drew her hand back and reached for the Prophet. Not even moments after the paper was in her hand, Ginny came running into the kitchen.
She took the paper before Molly could even take one glance at its headline.
”Hi, Mum! Thanks for breakfast again! It was delicious. You know how much Harry and I love your cooking. I miss it dearly. Is this the morning Prophet?” Ginny paused and took a glance at the paper in her hand.
Molly eyed her daughter suspiciously as Ginny was talking a mile a minute - something Molly knew Ginny always did when she was attempting to hide something by means of distraction.
“Wicked! I was just hoping it would arrive. I’ve got something I’ve been dying to show Harry. Mind if I borrow it for a little while?”
Ginny didn’t even allow Molly to answer, which infuriated the woman, and of course Molly did not allow her daughter to leave the kitchen.
“Not so fast, Ginevra. I may be getting older, but I am your mother and I always know when you’re hiding something from me. I don’t appreciate it.”
“Don’t be silly, Mum! I just wanted to show Harry something. . .” Ginny’s voice trailed off, and Molly knew her daughter knew she was up to no good and there was no use trying to play it off as nothing.
Molly watched as Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. She pursed her lips together as if she was contemplating what she wanted to say.
Molly grew nervous.
What in Merlin's name was so horrible in that morning’s paper that would give Ginny a need to hide it from her?
“Fine!” Ginny stepped forward and handed Molly the paper. “-but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Molly’s brows furrowed and she remained looking toward her daughter for several more moments - there was sadness and fear there.
What could be so- - ?
“Oh . . .” Molly’s eyes stared at the paper - they particularly stared upon her soon to be (or so she thought) daughter-in-law, Hermione Granger, walking along the streets with none other than Viktor Krum.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” Ginny finally answered.
Molly’s head shot upward. She glared daggers toward her daughter. She didn’t know a time she’d ever been so angry toward Ginny before this moment. Her eyes actually began to fill with hot tears, but she didn't allow them to fall.
"You knew about this? You knew about Hermione and Viktor? Does Ron know?"
"Of course I did, Mum! She's my best friend, but I-"
Molly didn't want to hear excuses.
She wanted to know the truth.
Her dearest Ron was always so hard on himself, and she was quite sure all this would do was further dampen his already low self-esteem.
Her arms crossed and she drew a bit defensive.
"Does Ronald know?"
"Why are you getting angry with me, Mum? I didn't do anything! I'm sort of in an awkward situation - if you haven't noticed!"
Molly was becoming impatient. She didn't appreciate not being answered, and with Ginny avoiding her question like one would the plague, she was quite sure she already had the answer.
"I'm not going to ask again."
Ginny stared at Molly, who could tell she was furious with her now.
"Not yet, but I'm sure he will soon."
"Ginny. How could you? How could you allow something like this to happen to your brother? Did you know?"
Ginny stood tall and defiant, much like Molly often did when she was firing herself up for an argument.
"How is this my fault?! How, Mum?! Here I am - stuck in the middle. My best friend and my brother are together and all I've been trying to do this entire time is allow them to be themselves. Hermione was just - "
Molly held up her hand toward her daughter. "I don't want to hear it! Ronald is your brother. You owe it to him to be on his side." Molly was walking around the kitchen now searching for something to do with her nervous energy because if she didn't soon, she felt as if she would explode.
"What? Are you saying Hermione isn't family, Mum? Because even you know she was family long before the pair of them even dared to think about having feelings toward one another. I'm not abandoning either of them. It's their choice what they choose to do, and shame on you!" Ginny paused and pointed toward Molly. "Shame on you for putting the blame on me, when it's them you should be speaking to and seeking the full story from! That bloody paper you hold in your hands doesn't share the truth - it doesn't hold the reason why this happened! Shame on you, Mum."
There were tears in Ginny's eyes now too, and Molly's heart sank at the sight of her daughter standing there before her angry and hurt because of what had been said in the heat of the moment. Though Molly was just as stubborn as Ginny, and instead of apologizing and attempting to work things out, she simply went about finishing up the dishes without another word spoken on the matter.
She saw out of the corner of her eye, Ginny slipping her wand from the pocket of the robes she wore and waving it toward the fridge. The door opened and out flung the fresh bowl of raspberries the pair of the picked together the previous day just after she and Harry arrived.
It was moments later where all that could be heard before silence fell upon the Burrow were the footsteps of Ginny stomping up the stairs and Molly setting the last of the clean dishes in the drainer to dry.