Neville shook his head, "Too heavy?! Hardly. I've been slinging tubes of apples and potatoes for the past couple years that easily quadruple this little gals weight. Do you want to use the Floo or just apparate? I've got her, if you've got everything else?" and he did have her. It felt natural, to be holding the little one against himself, as natural as it had felt dancing with Hannah in a silent room. Again, Neville found his mind wandering to other thoughts, other rooms and possible activities that maybe they might share, someday, and the ideas made his mouth dry with the want of it; that alone was foreign and overwhelming.
He stepped closer to her, pointing to the large fireplace, "I don't know which is the best way to travel with a kid," he said, confessing his ignorance.