Ginny stood and put a hand on Neville's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before she crossed the room to her mother.
"Mum you know I love you. And that even when I was at the Academy I didn't ever stop thinking about you or Dad or the boys for a moment. Wondering if you all were okay and what you might be doing. You never lost me. Not really. Being back here is like...There were days I thought I'd never see this house again. I thought..." She stopped and swallowed hard before shaking her head. "But I can't hide here. The whole point of getting out of the Academy was so that I'd get a chance at living a life. And yeah, I want that life to be with Neville, but also with you and Dad and the boys. I just want to get to do all of the things I'd have done if I hadn't been taken."
In her heart, Molly knew that her daughter was right. That she was an adult, capable of making decisions and choices and that she had a right to live her life and not stay home forever. But it still stung just the same. Molly had missed out on so much of Ginny's growing and learning and living and she didn't want to miss out on anything else. She wanted desperately for her to be the 13 year old girl, innocent and sweet, and yes a little feisty, but still a child. The woman who was in the kitchen with her now was far from that and Molly needed to accept that.