" You mind your own business, my girl, " said Mrs. Hudson tartly. " When I retire it'll be to the cemetery. Fancy me livin' all alone with George and 'Ester without nobody to talk to" .
" I must have somebody in a cradle, " she said almost tartly, " and you are the littlest. A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house" .
" Yes, thank you, " said Mrs. Weasley tartly, cutting across Fleur again. " You'd better get on, Harry, I want the trunks ready tonight, if possible, so we don't have the usual last-minute scramble."