Hestia shook her head. "I don't understand it any better," she said, shaking her head. "I don't understand how someone could think that their entire family was mad like that, especially when his parents are Molly and Arthur. His entire family's -" she stopped talking. "I'm going to stop talking. I'll get worked up before the meeting and that's no good for anyone." She sighed. "If I was at the Ministry, I could help. Somehow. Help keep an eye on every mad person who kisses You-Know-Who's arse." Hestia wasn't normally a woman who knew when to stop, but she didn't want to be in a bad mood before the Order meeting.