Re: Rose and Hugo
He hated it when Rose cried, hated it even more when it was clear his mother was close to tears too. Tears made him uncomfortable, and he knew he got that from his dad. He never knew what to do. Hugs seemed to work though, so he wrapped his arms around them and tried very hard not to think about his grandfather. They'd been going to tinker around with a Muggle auto this summer, make it fly, and now they never would.
"Why don't you sit down with Mum, Rosie. I'll get tea. And it's past breakfast, neither of you have eaten. I'll make some eggs and bacon. I'm sure Fleur won't mind that I use her kitchen." He nudged them gently in the direction of an empty chair, large enough to fit two slim women. It was good to have a plan, something to do and accomplish. It's what his dad would want, him taking care of his mother and sister until he could get there.