School Supplies
Spending the afternoon with seven children in Diagon Alley was not Molly Weasley’s idea of a good time. But Bill would be leaving tomorrow for his first year at Hogwarts. (Tomorrow? It seemed only yesterday that she held him as a baby.)
“Gringotts, Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, Ollivanders,” muttered Molly to herself, cursing that Arthur had to work when he promised to be here. Three week old Ginny strapped to her front, eighteen month old Ron to her back. One twin holding each hand.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” cried Percy.
Molly sighed. This day would never end.
“Gringotts, Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, Ollivanders,” muttered Molly to herself, cursing that Arthur had to work when he promised to be here. Three week old Ginny strapped to her front, eighteen month old Ron to her back. One twin holding each hand.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” cried Percy.
Molly sighed. This day would never end.