"I lit my candles, set my wards, I cleared my mind and I directed my energy into a spell. I used 'mutare vetustioribus'." Molly said, simply with a shrug. The fact that Harry had cast his spell the other side of town had not helped, the fact she wasn't focused and thought of him, the fact the storm happened, the fact that she'd gotten her Latin mixed up had definitely not helped. Mutare vetustioribus, it meant change from the past and not what Molly thought at all. "That's it, it should have changed me not anyone else."

Molly nudged Harry with her knee, skirt drifting higher as she sat beside him and tucked her legs and slippers beneath her ass.