What she really wanted to say was that, though her mum didn't know it, she would be staying home. But she didn't. Dora had more control than that and though she was going to be spending the next week worrying out of her mind, she knew her mother was right. Neither of them could convince the other of anything.
"You might be right," she admitted, though she hated to. She wasn't the sort who liked to admit that she needed help. "I suppose we'll all be going to Remus or Terry for final orders anyway." Right, for a moment she'd forgotten her husband was the leader of the Order now. Good fight that had been.