Hannah resisted the urge to chastise her daughter for such silly actions. Instead she sighed and nodded at her husband.
"Well thank gods that he did find you and brought you here. Thank gods you're all right, my baby," Hannah murmured to her daughter, summoning a damp flannel and wiping Minerva's mouth like she used to when Minnie was a baby.
Minerva squirmed, batting her Mum's hand away. "Mum, please don't fuss. I'm not in nappies, okay?" she said in irritation.
She then felt ashamed for snapping at her mother, and timidly she ran her fingers across the blanket, bumping her mother's hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound cross," she whispered.
Minerva pressed her lips together, and looked over to the window.
"I don't think I should live at Longbottom House anylonger now."