Kissing him back with just as much ferocity as her hug, Minerva let go of James reluctantly. She had missed him a great deal.
"I know you do. I've been keeping up as much as I can with what's been going on, and of course my father's in a state. Mum too, obviously," Minerva told him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Good! I don't want you or Dylan going near that bastard. Jamie, I worry about you so much sometimes," she pouted. "Okay but you should owl my father that you are doing so. He's given instructions for Mum and Frankie to come by here in case they need to escape."
With that she shivered, as if someone had walked over her grave. "I can't believe we're talking like this. I need a drink. And a smoke. Let's go into the kitchens, yeah?"