            Snow drifted past the library window, bathed in golden light from the setting sun. Just about everyone had disappeared into separate corners of the house—Molly, Andromeda, Fleur, and Teddy in the kitchen, discussing Fleur’s revelation that she and Bill were to start trying for a baby; Ron, Percy, Bill, and George in the sitting room, reminiscing with the aid of fire whiskey; Charlie and Luna somewhere upstairs, poking around the house’s trinkets; Harry and Ginny, curled up in bed claiming to take an evening nap.