Molly lit up. It was true that she didn’t look very old, but that’s because she wasn’t very old. Remus didn’t think she had even turned fifty yet. Molly had a kind face and a full figure. Her long, auburn hair was usually tied in a neat bun at the nape of her neck, but now was loose and frizzy for her witch costume—as a matter of convenience, she wore the same costume every year. 