"Oooohkay, fine." Neville held up his hands and let Frankie have all of his bags and books and ... everything spilling out of his arms. Obviously, his son was a bit tetchy. As if Neville could blame him.
"Because I said so. Things are going to be different here for a while and it's better to get used to them early." Neville hated this as much as Frankie did - he won't get to see his son very much any more, plus he was accepting help from the Ministry and these are their stipulations. "Your mother misses you too and if I don't bring you to her she'll have my arse on a plate. Come on, you'll be back tomorrow." He motioned to the floo and held out the small pot where he kept the powder so Frankie could take some.