Molly laughed. "That warms my heart, it does," she teased. "I think I remember saying to all of you that I hoped your children were just like you lot were. There were more tongues put out around here than I care to remember, and I seem to remember it happening fairly recently. Was it Ron and George? Or Bill and Percy? It never changes."
She took another sip of her tea, then laughed again. "So, it's odd that I cook for ten, but it's okay when you want cookies? I see how it is." Molly hadn't any intention of cooking less, or baking less often, not while she had grandchildren around. "I'll pack you some up before you go. I made some apple cake as well; you'll have to take one of those. I know how Harry likes them. Or is it George who does? I should send him one, too.
"And I hope dreadful things won't happen. Speaking of which, how are things going with the school? It's odd having the children around on the weekends. Are things going smoothly with them travelling back and forth? And how are your classes going?"