It seemed like the Burrow was always a safe haven for wizards and witches. Not that Molly minded one bit, she always felt that a happy home was a crowded one. Making others happy, comfortable and safe ultimately made her happy. She never felt there was something she couldn't do for someone, whether it was simply mending a robe, to making a hot meal, to offering a roof and a warm bed for the evening. What Molly Weasley lacked in material possessions, she made up for in heart. The woman really was the den mother to the world, she took in hurt, beaten, and broken souls and mended them like new. She took her friends and made them her family, and took her family, and made it her life.
That's the main reason why when she read Tonks' private message on the journals, she instantly extended an invitation to have some tea and biscuits. It wasn't much, but Molly could tell just from the writing, that she needed to vent. What better person to turn to then Molly Weasley?
Making sure the Burrow was in order to receive company, Molly waved her wand towards the kitchen. A tray hovered into the living room, and clattered onto a small table in front of a couch. Two tea cups on saucers were placed next to a teapot covered by a tea cozy on the tray. A big plate heaped high with fresh baked biscuits sat next to the tray looking inviting and delicious.
Running her hands over her apron, she brushed out some flour from baking the biscuits before checking the clock. The hand with the image of Tonks slowly turned until it pointed to the Burrow. The knock came a few seconds after the hand chimed her presence. Stepping over to the door, Molly peeked out through the curtain before easing her grip on her wand. Like Tonks, and majority of the Order, this was dark times, and dark times called for taking extra precaution. Molly could no longer run on instinct alone for sometimes her instincts could be wrong.
Pulling open the door, a blast of cool air hit her pink face as a bright and warm smile curled on her lips. "Well, come in, come in, love. It's freezing out there, I don't want you catching a cold!" Stepping aside to allow Tonks room to enter, Molly studied Tonks troubled look. Molly suddenly regretted ONLY inviting her for tea and biscuits. Perhaps she should have offered dinner as well.