Mark had received the news in the midst of practice. Thankfully, Cap hadn’t questioned it when he’d packed up his things and excused himself, merely clapping a hand on his shoulder and earnestly sending his well wishes in an uncharacteristic moment of affection. Within minutes he’d changed and apparated to Mungo’s, not caring that he probably still smelled something horrible, and enclosed their mother in a hug where she was standing in the lobby. Mrs. Potter, she’d murmured against his shirt, was talking to Mad-Eye. She’d already owled the girls and Albus to pull them out of school. They hadn’t let her see him.
He’d sat with her for a good twenty minutes, Mara’s baby carrier at their feet, when they’d finally called their name. The time that followed was a blur. The girls were there not too long after he’d woken up, and even after receiving the horrible news about Charlus he’d tried his best to put on a brave face for the lot of them, merely sharing a silent glance with their mother every now and then. Eventually, a few Healers had knocked on their door and asked to speak with just their parents about his condition. Mel agreed to take Mara downstairs, as she’d grown fussy and she didn’t want to disturb the rest of the hall, and with the twins following in tow she’d disappeared around the corner. That left Mark alone with Marlene, and he leaned against the wall, running a hand over his face before he turned to look at her.