Molly puttered around the Burrow, mentally cataloging what items she felt confident she could get away with selling before the divorce was final. At 49 she was too old to enter the workforce. The Burrow had been in Arthur's family for centuries. He would retain ownership. She needed a place to live and enough galleons to support herself. She couldn't count on her children, the elder ones had abandoned her, and the youngest two were useless. A knock at the door startled her. She opened it to admit Kingsley Shaklebolt. "Come in, Kings," she smiled, relieved to see a friendly face for once."