The Burrow predated the Manor by several centuries, and it looked its age. There appeared not to have been money for renovations since at least the time of the Malfoy kings, a few hundred years ago; the front door spilled them out onto a dingy corridor which smelled strongly of frying onions, and there was yet another Weasley scion seated on the floor with a pair of boots in his hands. Hermione squinted at him with dawning astonishment. Was he – could he possibly be – polishing his own boots?