"Maybe they are," Marlene chimed in. Alastor was a bit full on, but she always thought aside from being overly paranoid, he was rather sweet when he wanted to be.
"Your a lucky one," she said sincerely. And so far as Marlene was concerned it was the whole truth. He really did win the lottery with Lily, who was by far one of the finest people she considered herself lucky to call a friend. Now they had a whole family, a son and grandkids. They deserved it, if anyone did, they did.
"I can tell you apart," she said falling in step with James. Harry seemed far more broody than James but the resemblance it was uncanny. She made a small mental note to check and double check before springing into action again.
Marlene snapped her fingers and pointed ahead, "I'm just trying to push forward. One thing at a time, day to day. It's an awful lot," she shrugged. "It might take a while."