Marella had rushed out to meet the group early in the morning when they returned, wearing a silk embroidered dressing gown, flanked with the neighbor, who'd clearly sprinted across the city to tell her the news. Marella had given Draco a very crushing, motherly hug that he tried to escape for a few seconds, eyes wide, before resigning himself to it and hugging her back. She'd made them all tea, and told them of her grandson Andros, one of the children killed in the King's rampage in 1985. Hermione had gasped, recalling the surname on one of the small, short graves she'd discovered that day in the city. Andros was Marella's only grandchild, one she was tasked with raising, after his mother died in childbirth- his father running away on the next ship up to Greece. It sufficed to say, that she was very thankful for the knowledge that the King had been taken care of. 