A woman sprung to her feet and Tycho smiled charmingly at her. "It is, indeed," Tycho answered. He always did his best to keep it vague if it was not definite that the person was dead. That way if they turned up, Tycho would claim it had been her spiritual consciousness that he had been in contact with. "She went to America, did she?" Mrs. Mattheson nodded so hard that Tycho thought her head might pop off. Poor woman. Hopefully he would give her some peaceful nights rest until the day came when she finally got real news of Rachel, whoever and wherever she may be.
Say, isn't that one of those Greengrass blokes? Williams whispered into his ear causing Tycho to glance in the direction Williams had indicated. "Went on a ship, did she?" Obviously, how else did a muggle travel? It wasn't like she could swim the oceans from here to America. Even so, Mrs. Mattheson was already in a hysterical state so she reacted to this like it was not something obvious. "Rachel is quite content and happy with her new husband - but the post tends to have a hard time reaching her." If she really was dead, that would be the reason why.
Say, isn't that one of those Greengrass blokes? Williams whispered into his ear causing Tycho to glance in the direction Williams had indicated. "Went on a ship, did she?" Obviously, how else did a muggle travel? It wasn't like she could swim the oceans from here to America. Even so, Mrs. Mattheson was already in a hysterical state so she reacted to this like it was not something obvious. "Rachel is quite content and happy with her new husband - but the post tends to have a hard time reaching her." If she really was dead, that would be the reason why.
