"That is a very sweet thought, Neville, but no." Molly interrupted, her face going a bit splotchy with red. "No. Absolutely not." She was shaking her head back and forth.
"Mum, I can answer for myse--" Ginny tried to protest.
"I think you should go, Neville." Molly said, her voice a little strained as she stood up from the table. She'd heard quite enough and this conversation was over as far as she was concerned.
"Mum. I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions with or without your approval." Ginny's face was reddening now too, but more out of anger than anguish. She hated being treated like a child. Like time had somehow frozen between when she'd been taken to the Marvolo School and when they'd been rescued from the Academy.
"Ginny, we will talk about this later." The evenness in Molly's voice was clearly forced and she was gripping the back of the chair tight enough to whiten her knuckles.
"No. Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of Neville." Ginny argued. "Just because you think that I'm too young or because I'm a girl or whatever other ridiculous reason you might have for us to--"
"I only just got you back." Molly finally shouted, her eyes gave away the pain that she felt. "We lost you and it felt like the world was ending and I couldn't---But then we got you back and we've only just started working on how to be a family again and you want to leave? I am so glad that you and Neville could be there for each other during your time in that horrid place and that you were able to find love and someone to take care of you but you're home and you're healing and I can't...I won't lose you again."