Her excitement over seeing her mother was overshadowed momentarily at the actual sight. Magdalene McKinnon was younger than the age of her death, but she looked just as Margot remembered. As her mother approached her, she automatically opened her arms and wrapped them around the older witch.
"Oh Mum! I can't believe it's really you!" she said. "Must be a new procedure because Marlene took me home and gave me a drink." Of course, her reaction was to make sure her sister wasn't suffering from some modified Memory charm.
"Of course, I don't mind at all. Besides, overwhelmed, is there anything else you feel?" Margot asked, pulling away.