"I'd like that," she nodded, standing next to Fleur, and reaching for the knife, and a carrot. Standing next to the kettle, she switched it on, deciding to calm herself down with the tea Draco had sent her. She'd had a mug of it the night before, and it had worked for a while, helping her get to sleep eventually, but the effects had worn off, and she needed to have some more now.
She stood silently, chopping the carrots, and she felt as though she was in her own little world, only focused on the job at hand. Eventually she let out a little sigh, and turned to face Fleur, pulling at her ponytail, distracted. "One of daddy's friends said he'd arrange the funeral for me, so that's nice of him." She glanced down again, sighing. The words felt wrong. "I don't think any of our long-distance family will come, though. They always thought daddy was a little...strange." She shrugged to herself, and looked up at Fleur, tears in her eyes now. "I don't know what I'm going to do."