"Yes, there are spells. It's not the bed." She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
"Hugo's going to be a fine man. And Rosie... They'll be fine." She followed his glance toward Alex, then sighed.
"I hope so. He's so like George. After Fred? I wondered if he'd ever be well. I worry for them both." She tightened the arm around Ron. "I worry for all of you. I suppose that's what mothers do."