"Is she eating better? She looks a little pale?" It was Marcus's wife but she was his sister. He had worshipped her as children and was still protective of her. "You need to owl me to let me know what happens. I worry about her."
He didn't move even though he saw Marcus wanting to move past him. "The crying is the babies. Lavender cries at the drop of a hat, always blames it on pregnancy. I think it makes them even more emotional about everything."
"Are we still disagreeing on things?" He asked finally as he took a step into the room and closer to Marcus.