Walburga was not fond of this strangeness. She didn't like that they felt wrong and like the edges didn't quite fit together. Alphard was the only person she knew she could rely on entirely, which just made this whole situation all the more awkward.
She took in a breath, letting it out slowly. She forced her gaze upward, looking at Alphard's face. She didn't like the way all of this felt. "Your..." She looked down for a moment before looking back up at Alphard. "Florean." This was oddly difficult, but perhaps not as odd as it might be. She was about to tell her brother that the man he loved (still a strange thing to think about despite Sirius and Lorcan's relationship) was dead in the future. "I don't know the exact circumstances surrounding it, but Mr. Potter has informed me that he will die as a result of the war."
Her hand squeezed gently and her eyes dropped to her lap. "I'm sorry."