She was happy for them, she really was, but the ache of possessiveness that she hadn't been able to get rid of after all these years burned savagely. Evelyn attempted to smile even as she lowered her left hand, her wand rolling between her fingers, but even the Frenchwomen could tell she had failed miserably. "I'm glad," She tried, even as she felt the blood that had started to pool in her hand begin to drip. "So glad."
She turned away from the blonde who was peering at her too intensely and shoved her wand into her boot before opening her hand away from the duo and wincing at the damage she had done. Oh why could she never learn?