Her bones weren't used to the cold for long periods of time, and Molly cast another warming charm under her cloak before drawing it closer around her. She'd normally press into Arthur's side, but not today. Not again.
She stood alone for a moment, looking out over the other headstones, flowers, mourners, then turned back to the groups of people around her. One ginger head stood out alone, and she headed for her youngest son, putting her hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Hello, darling." She squeezed his shoulder, stepping closer to him.