Molly was wondering whether she should wear her rarely worn heels or her practical flats when she heard Arthur calling for her.
"Oh, my!" she gasped. She shoved her feet into the flats. If she wore her heels, she'd probably fall face-forward into the salad. She rushed out of the bedroom then collected herself and walked the rest of the way--albeit quickly--into the kitchen.
She saw his surprise, saw his confusion, saw his tiredness, but she also was able to look beyond that to see the handsome young man she'd married right out of Hogwarts.
"Hello, Arthur, dear," she said, smiling warmly at him. She walked over and rested her hands gently on his chest. "I'm so glad you're home."