Neville smiled weakly, even though his heart was still pounding. "Plus it has to be better than coming home to see that," he pointed out, with a humour that he sensed immediately had been entirely misjudged. Molly gave him a look that if looks could kill would have had him hanging by his guts from the chicken coop. "I'll... just go get some air," he said hurriedly, making his retreat. "Give you guys some... yeah."
He made good his escape, while Molly turned back to Ginny and held her hands very tightly. "I worry about you," Molly said softly. "You're my baby. And I already failed you once..."