Molly had the day off from the cafe and had decided to tackle a rather unusual task. The house-elf heads had been removed months before, but the wallpaper where they'd been hung wasn't as faded as the rest of the wall. The impressions of where the ugly things had been was still obvious. Nothing she tried was working, so she'd gone up to the attic to see if there were any paintings that could be grouped to hang in the stairway.
As she poked around, nosing into crates and boxes, she thought she heard someone calling out. She stopped and listened closely. It wasn't one of the boys or Arthur. It sounded feminine. She shook her head at herself in disbelief that she'd forgotten. "There is another woman in the house, Molly," she reminded herself.
She went to the top of the stairs and leaned over the banister. "Fleur? Was that you?"