Amazingly, she didn't blame herself. She'd found elsewhere to displace that feeling and she'd found it rather quickly. She'd never hated her extended family more than she did now, and perhaps once she was finished with the initial shock and crying, some of that famed Black Temper would come out to play.
For now though? Crying suited her just fine.
"Who else would it be?" she muttered. "They hated each other. Or, well, Aunt Bella hates her... I just-- it doesn't make sense. Why is she dead? Mum-- you knew her. She's never done anything to anyone."
Tears began streaming down her face again. "That's both of them now. I-I can't believe it."