In Mr.Weasley's room, the head of this house sat with his daughter by his bed who helped him with the blanket.
Mrs.Weasley sighed as she saw the maid clear the last of the mess left by the doctor.
She came around to rest her hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Let your father rest for a while dear. I am headed out to the market to buy a good dress for your big day, why don't you join me?"
Norma shook her head, "I should practice Mother. I should answer for what my father is going through."
"Don't overpush yourself," Mr.Weasley smiled at her daughter, "you have grown up so well looking after our family. I am sure you will win the race." Mrs.Weasley was tired of her husband's way of working. Sure they were one of the richest now, they didn't start like this. Even though she was glad for the more lavish life she didn't appreciate his ways.
Over time the distance between the couple grew with each of them only fulfilling their duties.
