Arthur and Molly walked into the shop, Arthur's eyes red and swollen, Molly's cold and hard. Once their eyes had adjusted, Molly walked quickly toward where the twins were sitting, clearly avoiding Marietta and Angelina. Arthur followed more slowly.
She stood, one hand possessively on a shoulder of each of her children and looked to Fleur and Gabrielle. "Bill is alright? You've spoken to him?" Her voice was tight, strained almost to breaking.