"Of course not, darling. I adore your chicken legs." Molly smiled, giving up the idea of reading altogether and letting her book drop to the floor. "And I'll be fine, now that you're here to keep the bed warm."
She reached to pat her husband's cheek. "You're terrible, you know that?" In fact, early morning was her favourite time for that sort of thing, before the day had time to wear her out. "But it's a lovely thing to wake up to. Or to be woken by..."
She leaned to kiss him, then sighed as she settled, facing him. "So it's real then," she said quietly. "He's truly back." She'd read the Prophet, heard the Wireless, but still didn't want to believe it. "They're certain it's him?"