"Maybe," Patience agreed, and took a sip of her drink, chewing the bit of fudge that she got along with the cocoa. She liked the idea of that, going for a morning walk in the fog.
The quiet, the fog, and the warm drink in her hands seemed like a perfect combination to remember their brother. If he was here, Patience could imagine him finishing his drink and running about in the fog. Or maybe coming back to them after running about to warm up with his favorite hot drink.
"Yes," she said, with a sad smile. There was a little sick feeling in her stomach that she'd come to associate with thinking about the death of her family, and didn't fully understand, but it was fading a little bit every time. "Can you imagine - if he'd lived, it would be the three of us here right now. He wouldn't have even gotten his Hogwarts letter yet, but he'd be showing lots of signs of magic already... we would be trying to guess what house he would go to in a few years."