Fleur chewed on her lip a moment searching for the right words and knowing that there weren't any that could say what she wanted to say easily or in a way it wouldn't hurt as much. She knew. Her daughter was dead just like Ginny's son and there wasn't a thing people could say or do that healed that wound. It had been a few days but it still didn't feel real. It still felt like she was walking around in a daze or some bad nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
"I am sorry Ginny," she said weakly repeating the same words that had been said numerous times to her; words she had started to despite on principle but she didn't know what else to say to her sister-in-law.