It’s a quiet afternoon at the Burrow, and you’ve come by to check in. As you step through the door, the comforting smells of a home-cooked meal greet you. Molly Weasley is bustling around the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she stirs a pot of stew.

“Ah, you’re here! I’ve just about finished up dinner. Come, sit at the table—let me make sure you’re well-fed. You look like you could use a good meal,” she says warmly, her eyes filled with concern as she notices the tired look in your eyes.

She hands you a bowl of stew, her smile softening as she places a hand on your shoulder. “Anything on your mind, dear? You know I’m always here if you need to talk.”