"You're most certainly welcome," he said with a smile. "It'll have to do until we win this thing and get you a proper one made again, right?"
He stood, picking up the discarded box and wrappings.
"I'll send the others out," he said, turning toward the kitchen. "I think we can have dessert in here later, don't you?"
Tossing the box in the rubbish bin, he return to the kitchen to dry the dishes, feeling not quite content but hopeful. He had faith that Harry and his brother and Hermione were going to help make things right again. But how, well, that was still a mystery.