The funeral was the end of an endless week for Morag. She'd done what she could to help Cormac put together the funeral and wake for Tibby, determined to make it the best she could for her boss and mentor. For her friend.
Cormac had also had to deal with his uncle's house and business affairs. She and Percy had helped as much as they could, and she'd been able to offer the help of several elves when it was appropriate. She'd spoken to Cormac about his uncle as she could, telling him stories about Tibby and telling him of some of the things he had done and gotten done through the years. She respected Tiberius greatly, and it helped her to speak of why.
Percy had been more difficult to deal with, over the week. He seemed disinclined to accept what comfort she could offer, and she had begun to worry about him. She had Antonin, but who did Percy have? Even his family were not on close terms with him. He wouldn't express his grief in public, and she was concerned about whether he was dealing with it in private.
Then again, she was having a hard time with it, and she had Antonin upon whom to lean.
When she arrived at the funeral, she'd been faced with a most disconcerting situation when Parkinson, of all people, decided to take it upon herself to become a leech to Percy. By that point, Morag was already on her last nerve, and she'd not minced words when telling Parkinson exactly what she could do with her idea of seating arrangments, and she'd not given the silly bint another thought.
But she was going to have a conversation with Percy about the silly girl later!
Morag seated herself next to Percy, and Antonin had settled beside her. She'd been grateful for his presence.
She'd rolled her eyes when that hideous toad had interrupted the proceedings, wondering what the hell the woman was even thinking. When the woman began to speak, Morag had stared at her, for once shocked into letting her face and manner express her complete inability to believe the woman's audacity.
When the woman had named herself Tibby's friend, Morag coughed rudely in disbelief and gathered herself to lunge at the woman. Only Antonin's hand on her arm and whispered words stopped her.