Happier would be her mum safely locked away in her flat, but it was becoming sort of apparent that that wasn't going to happen. Dora buried her face in her hands and groaned. "Aye, it's a start. You've got to have the portkey on you. And anything else I think of as well."
She tried to smile as best she could. "You've got to be careful. You're right, you are my mother and I don't want to lose you." Dora reached out to take her mother's hands. "You've still grandkids to see after all, don't you?"