Florence knew things were not fine. At least, not with him and she suspected it would be the same with the others. He was being unlike himself and it was causing her to have sisterly concern. What was happening with him? Was there something beyond grief over Simeon going on here? She did not want to press, knowing him all too well.

"If this is you being fine, I'd hate to see you falling apart," she said as she took out her wand to round up the stones. She inspected one of the pieces she had summoned into her hands. "These are still worth getting a good price on their own."