Daphne slowly shut the box, removing the beautiful jewels from her view. They were his mother's, and she couldn't help but feel bad, even if she hadn't meant it.
She didn't even know anything about his parents. Miles had never mentioned them.
She ran a hand through her long hair, noticing that it had become tangled from all the of broom riding. She began to run her fingers through it to try and comb the knots out. "Okay, good to know when doors start opening for me. I'd start to think the place was haunted, otherwise." She smiled weakly to show she was trying to give a little humor to the situation.
The hand rubbing her shoulder gave her some comfort, and she found it wasn't just from the mark this time. She didn't want to argue anymore, but she had a feeling that watching the memory in that vial was going to make things worse before they got better.
Daphne watched as the silver substance slipped from the vial into the basin of the pensieve. Miles pulled her close to his body, and she nodded, looking into the depths of the basin. "Ready as I'll ever be."