A few hours passed and Molly and I had successfully made our way through yet another Harry Potter film. She had made it her personal mission to get me through all of them, insisting I had been "living under a rock" my entire life. This one happened to feature a werewolf, which was a funny coincidence, though he was nowhere near as impressive looking as I had expected.
When the credits rolled, I felt the shift in Molly's energy before she even opened her mouth. The questions had been sitting behind her eyes for a while and I already knew they were coming.
"What do you want to know?" I sighed.
She turned to me with a small, sheepish smile. "You. I want to know you properly."
I glanced at the clock. It was coming up to four in the afternoon, and I knew Phoenix was not leaving for a few more hours. So there was no escape this time. No reason I could give myself to put it off any longer.
