The rapid, practiced, thud of small feet came thundering down the stairs.
"Mummy!" Screamed the eight-year-old as she charged across and buried herself in Minerva's dress.
Minerva quickly wiped her eyes and picked up her little girl.
"Hey bunny! How're you doing?"
"I'm alright. Frankie's been naughty though."
Nerys looked at her granddaughter. "Only because you weren't in control of him." She looked up. "Little monster nearly caught the neighbour's cat the other day."
Minerva raised her eyebrows. "What have I told you about keeping Frankie under control?"
"Sorry mum." She looked dour. "Glad you're home though mum."