"Of course it's a yes, git." Ginny said with a small smile over her shoulder at Neville. Her insides were flooded with excitement and a bit of anxiety about the whole thing, but it had always been the plan, hadn't it? For them to escape that nightmare and get their own little house and the happily ever after part and all that? So they weren't going straight to the house with the fence and the door and the dog, but a flat was something.
"Ginny," Molly started, her tone disapproving, but a little resigned.
"It'll be okay. We'll save up some first and I'll see about finding a job that actually pays while I finish up training at the hospital and it'll be close enough that I'll probably be here loads anyway." She took her Mum's hands in her own. "Just...I need you to be happy for me. This is a good thing."