Ginny couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up at that. "That," She said, squeezing her mum back just as tightly, "Is something I can manage." She knew that Molly wasn't entirely okay with this and it was going to be a little bit of time before she really came around. Ginny just hoped that it happened by the time she and Neville were able to save a bit of money and found a place.
"Mamie!" Fabien shouted from the kitchen doorway. The two women broke their hug to look over at the toddler and Ginny started laughing again at the sight of him. He was covered from head to toe in what looked like oatmeal. It was caked all in his hair and covered both his skin and his clothing. He was giggling at their obviously surprised reactions.
"Oh heavens. Now, how did you manage that?" Molly asked, letting out a vaguely tired sigh. "Ginny stop that you're only encouraging him."
"It's a good look for him!" Ginny insisted, still chuckling at her nephew. He definitely was a Weasley, that one.
"I'm going to have to give him a bath, but this conversation isn't over yet. Your father is going to want to hear about this as well." Molly warned as she went to pick up her grandson. "Come along, troublemaker. We've got to get you clean before your parents see you and think I've gone batty.
Ginny let out a sigh of relief and made a mental note to get Fabien some sort of present. Now to hunt down Neville. She snuck out the back door, hoping to find him lurking about in the garden or something and sincerely hoping he hadn't just gone home.