"Okay." He seemed to have rolled over onto his wand. Wincing - cushioning charms could really only do so much - he pulled it out and twirled it once, leaving a faint trail of red sparks in the air. Thinking that candles would probably not be as effective now in the very real darkness, he conjured up a dozen tennis ball-sized fairy lights, which glowed happily and floated in concentric circles above their heads. Molly had taught him that spell after Jamie was born. He supposed that she had done the same for all her children, when they needed nightlights. "Better?"