"Hullo sweetie, how was y-" Hannah started brightly, then was cut off by her son's rather disgruntled tone, informing her that he'd be in his room. She frowned, but didn't press.
"Alright but dinner's in two hours!" she called out, just as she heard Frankie's bedroom door close. "Oh bother," Hannah sighed.
Then Neville stepped out of the fireplace in the green flames and she gave him a sideways smile.
"You guessed correctly. Don't worry, he's just being a teenaged boy who is trying our patience," she informed Neville. She stepped up to Neville and brushed some ash off his robes.
Then, unable to help herself, Hannah embraced Neville in a warm hug. "I've been wanting to do this since I heard about Eddie Davies," she murmured.