Roy and Aisling, the two sleepyheads, slept straight through until sunset. Mrs Weasley saw how soundly they were sleeping and did not wake them for lunch.
Roy slept until the sun went down. Near dusk, the golden evening light streamed through the fifth-floor window, dyeing the entire room gold. Still groggy with sleep, Roy woke amid the glow.
Roy sat up and stretched, then looked out the window. More than half the sun had already sunk behind the rolling hills in the distance. It had to be close to seven o'clock.
Through Bill's bedroom window, he could see the pond to the left of the Weasley home. Roy had never noticed that there was such a place beside The Burrow. The pond's utterly still surface was like a mirror, reflecting dazzling golden light so bright it was almost hard to keep his eyes open.
"The Burrow really has a nice setting."
Looking out at the lovely pastoral scenery, rich with the flavor of the English countryside, Roy could not help but praise it. He then rolled off the bed, got dressed, and left Bill's room.
At this hour, the Weasley family members were probably gathered in the kitchen for dinner. Roy walked down from the fifth floor, passing room after room along the way. Every one of them was quiet, without the slightest sound coming from inside.
Only when he reached the first-floor sitting room did Roy finally feel the familiar liveliness of the Weasley household.
Roy heard the noisy laughter and chatter of several children coming from the kitchen. Peering through the crack in the kitchen door, he saw all the Weasley children and Cedric sitting around the dining table, talking and laughing.
Mr Weasley was also seated at the table, smiling as he listened with interest to his