Molly quickly scampered in, glad that Bill had chosen to let her in, not that she really would have given him a choice.
"Your favorite dear." She smiled, placing the pie down in the kitchen. "I thought you would like some, and Fleur too of course."
At this she eyed the beautiful French girl, smiling politely but secretly sizing her up. She knew Fleur of course, but not well enough and she was determined to fix that. "So what were you two doing? Was I interrupting anything important?"