There were quite a few pictures from her childhood sitting upon various surfaces in the room. Dora managed to keep her eyes low, avoiding looking at them. She knew there was little good that would come out of that; her own mind was already brimming with memories as if it were purposely trying to work against her.
"I just wanted to get us some dinner..." she started. Her eyes bespoke an incredibly disbelief when she turned to look up at Remus. "I thought mum could help, but-- Merlin, Remus, it's been days. Did you... you had to have smelled it. I can still smell it." The stench of death was completely permeating the house. It had been at least three or four days since her mum had died and it had taken her that long to find out.
Dora shook her head. "I just wanted to get dinner and... this," she whispered. "We both looked so much like her."