"'You're like Ron,' she sighed, looking him up and down. 'Both of you look as though you've had Stretching Jinxes put on you .... Are you hungry, Harry?' 'Yeah I am,' said Harry, suddenly realizing just how hungry he was. 'Sit down, dear, I'll knock something up.' As Harry sat down .... Mrs. Weasley, rapp[ed] a large iron pot with her wand. It bounced onto the stove with a loud clang and began to bubble at once. .... 'Here you are —' She tapped the pot again; it rose into the air, flew toward Harry and tipped over; Mrs. Weasley slid a bowl neatly beneath it just in time to catch the stream of thick, steaming onion soup. 'Bread, dear?' 'Thanks, Mrs. Weasley.' She waved her wand over her shoulder; a loaf of bread and a knife soared gracefully onto the table; as...