"I hate patience," Molly muttered from beneath the veil, scowling a little at Harry and pulling a tongue at him where he couldn't see her. She didn't need him to think she was being a kid about this but well, she might be. "Or I could just make a duplicate Molly and have her walking and talking beside you? Or you know an image of one. I'm getting good at the whole illusion thing, kind of need a Bad Guy to plant the image in though."