#43. Headmaster

Molly and Arthur had just sat down together in the family room to relax and enjoy a quiet evening together. With the kids away, the Ministry allowing Mr. Weasley a few days vacation and all the house chores finished the evening held promise to be pleasant. Just as they snuggled onto the sofa, the ancient family owl Errol flew into the house from the chimney floo (however he got in the they hadn't the foggiest) and collapsed on the coffee table with a letter attacked to his leg. A bit startled by the non-conformity Errol had represented once again in his methods of delivery, Molly reached forward and removed the tiny scroll of parchment tied with a maroon ribbon and read it.

'Dearest Molly,

I hope you and Arthur are enjoying your short break from the hustle and bustle of parenting everyday and wish you my best. On another note, contrary to what you may have heard about me, I grew out of my baby blanket quite some time ago. Thanks for your motherly concern Mrs. Weasley, but I think your son, Ronald, will make better use of it.

Toodles
-Albus Dumbledore'

Molly held a hand to her heart and her mouth gaped open in horror.