Her husband's words did little to console her. Fleur grew more agitated instead. "We could be doing more," she said tightly, and not for the first time she thought of Louis being the one suffering instead of the other boys and that muggle girl.
She felt cold, even though Bill was near and decided that she should have some tea. "If I were Ginny I would have gone mad with worry by now," she said, sitting down at the table and pouring out tea in two cups.
"A parent shouldn't have to bury their child. It isn't right."
Fleur stirred in milk and sugar, though she usually drank her tea black. The subject of Victoire moving out was a sore spot with her.