Verity didn't like the way he casually argued with her. It illicted her own temper easily. He would not talk to her like a child! "I'm going home," she ammended her words.
"Pansy mentioned a portkey, she said that she used one when she was pregnant," she told him in the same determination. However it fell quickly and she sat on the arm of the chair next to him as well as she could. "There is a tea tomorrow at Pansy's. Monty, I'm so lonely here..." she told him almost petulantly, yet to notice her husbands own worry.