Hermione gave a gentle snort of laughter. If they were anything like Lavender and Parvati, she could definitely imagine their ability to gossip. She shook her head a little and lifted her teacup for a sip.
"I can really only imagine how difficult it must be for her to lose someone like that. To be married happily for so long, and then..." It hurt. There was physical pain when she imagined it. And Oliver, too. Losing his father. What a downer.
"I'm sorry, I meant to bring up nice, happy teatime conversation. I didn't mean to bring up something to make you uncomfortable."