20. Knitting Charm
Molly taught her how to knit while the boys were off playing an impromptu game of Quidditch. Well, that is to say, she re taught her the spell. She knew exactly what she wanted to make with it. But the question before the court was would she dare to go through with it all? She now knew the man on the beach was none other than the one who had supposedly poisoned her and had killed the Headmaster. She kept her ear to the door and ground, nobody paid her much mind. And so with a flourish of her wand she wrought with her magic a silk handkerchief in black with a single white rose as embellishment. She’d modified the wand movement to support finer needlework. Just making wool socks and sweaters would be awfully dull.
Molly smiled serenely in her direction and spoke, “Good work, Her-Rose. Is that for someone in particular?”
She blushed before she could stop herself and blurted out, “N-no, not special really. But it is for one person. It’s kind of private.”
“Oh to be young and in love for the first time,” Molly tittered. 'There’s a first time for everything, some more than others.'
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