Augusta nodded. Neville was right. "Even if all you could do was make their final moments more comfortable, you did your job." The Healers at St Mungo's had been keeping Frank and Alice comfortable for twenty years, and Augusta had nothing but respect for their efforts. Augusta smiled. "There's nothing wrong with ordinary."
A few moments of silence while she sipped her tea. Thinking of Frank and Alice made her think of the money Neville had inherited from them when he'd turned seventeen. Augusta had put a good portion of their savings away for him a long time ago, and though it wasn't a fortune, it was enough for a young man to live comfortably on for a number of years, if he was sensible. She wasn't sure whether Neville was sensible with money, though - he certainly hadn't inherited her head for figures - and young people often underestimated how quickly galleons disappeared.
There was, of course, much more money in the family than what Neville had access to at the moment. He would inherit it all one day - both hers and Algie's, being the only heir to both the Longbottom and Knightley fortunes apart from a few very distant cousins. If he needed it now, though, Augusta would provide.
"How is your budget going?" she asked him. "Do you need any money for this moving out business?"