Another few restful and alternately adventurous days with the brothers Trois passed before Gwen felt ready to visit her mother and father. She knew it was going to be the most emotionally trying experience of her life, even more than her experiences with Harry and Graves.
Parents could wrench your guts out far more easily than guys.
She found the cemetery much more quickly than Beauxbatons. She had even picked up a few French words and could ask for directions now if she needed to. But it was almost like the pull of the faerie mound, she let her feet lead the way and before she knew it she was there.
There were so many headstones she hardly knew where to start. She looked up and down the rows of pristine stone, although many had been weathered and aged they were well tended to. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the giant family marker: LeFey.
Her hand over her heart she stepped forward timidly. She waded through forty headstones, some small, some large. All of these were her family. Her heart broke when she saw two freshly dug graves. One belonged to Beorc, that she had expected. The other belonged to George.
She bowed her head in respect and grief, glad that she didn�t need to talk to anyone. Her voice wouldn�t have worked if she had tried. She felt a soft hand grasp her own lying limp at her side. She looked to her left and there stood a tender looking woman dressed in mourning black.
�Aunt Ann?� She said, her eyes filling with tears she had been fighting to hold back.
�It�s so good to see you again Guenivere.� She gushed, fighting her own losing battle. She pulled her niece into her arms and held her, sharing their pain eased it just enough to make a difference. After some time she nudged the girl gently and asked her to tea.
�I�d love that. We have so much to catch up on.�