The entire situation was incredibly frustrating. She looked down at the steaming teacup in front of her. She took a spoonful of sugar and stirred her tea while she listened to Kingsley. She pursed her lips, a flat line forming as she bowed her head slightly.
"I really wish Dumbledore would just," she shook her head. "I'd like to hear what he had to say. At least, his thoughts. It's got to be so hard for Marlene, James and Edgar. Merlin, I couldn't imagine how hard it must be to just sit and stir."