It was a good thing she had put the teacup down or she probably would have dropped it right then. Right on mum's favorite rug.
"Zacharias Smith? Smith? Of all people? Smith?"
She was laughing suddenly, hard laughter, with a strange, almost manic edge to it. She couldn't seem to stop, laughing so hard that her knees buckled and she slid down onto the rug.
"Smith? Zacharias Smith killed Harry Potter? Zacharias 'I can't be arsed to do more than save my own skin' Smith killed the Boy Who Lived? Smith?"
Her stomach hurt. She clutched at it, willed the laughter to stop, but it kept on coming out, barking, hard laughter that sounded not at all natural.
"Smith. Smith did it. Smith killed Harry." Tears flowed down her cheeks. She didn't bother wiping them away. "Smith, of all people."