The squeeze of her hand gave her a small boost in confidence, though not enough that she was in any way, shape, or form looking forward to the conversation the three of them were about to have. Still, she was glad he hadn't just apparated away or something. He was here, with her, and she always felt most secure when it was like that.
"Glad to hear it." Molly said sincerely, though with the sort of curtness that only a mother could properly manage. "Have a seat." She said gesturing to the table. "Would either of you care for some tea?"
Ginny looked between Neville and her mother trying to determine if she'd perhaps missed something. "Er...No thank you." She said slowly as if this was some sort of test or trick. She led Neville over to the table, still holding his hand. She didn't want to lose any bit of the strength that he gave her. "Mum, I--I didn't mean for you to---I mean, I thought you weren't going to be home for another few hours and..." "