Belvina was still feeling a little under the weather but on the whole felt she was much improved in health since the end of the siege. Battle lines had been drawn and a battle, indeed, fought and yet there were casualties on their own side. Theodore Nott, Pansy's husband and Stephen's father, was just one of many. One too many in her opinion.
She dressed in her finest black robe for the funeral and after it was over, she approached the other woman. Belvina cared about Pansy very much, thought that she was a wonderful woman and that she - nobody - deserved this.
"I won't be trite, Mrs. Nott- Pansy," The other woman had always told her to call her by her first name. "But if I can help in any way please let me know. I can't imagine what you're going through."