He took the picture from her and ran his fingers over the image of his daughter slowly, his smile evident. He replaced the frame on the mantel and sat back in his chair and nodded as she spoke. "We were all so young...so devastated by the whole war." he said and passed a hand over his short cropped hair. It was an uneasy topic for him, the war had ended with Azkaban and it was a time he had spent years trying to put behind him. He barely spoke of it to his family or Su, it was next to impossible to talk to Daphne about it.
He took her hand and leaned forward, his thumb caressing her hand soothingly. "Tell me, what's on your mind tonight? What happened with your mum?" he was not usually one to share his own feelings but he had always been a very good listener.