Upon her sister crinkling her nose, Diana squinted and pursed her lips again. "Well — an English funeral at least." she added, before giving an unladylike shrug and gesturing still to the 'give-away bin'. With the shoes still in hand, she rolled her eyes. Of course her sister would see straight through her distraction attempts, however it was worth pointing out that Diana was a rather terrible actress anyways.

"Octavia Rose, don't be silly, both Will and I are perfect pictures of health, I hardly doubt anything will happen." Handing the shoes to her sister, the witch moved onto another pair of shoes. "I think I got these as a present from distant cousins — do you want them?"