Brushing past others, ignoring the looks she's getting and realizing she isn't one of those that others give way to, a close friend of Harry Potter. Though she nearly ruins that when she hears her name and she squeaks, pushing past another.

"Harry!"

She hears some whispering, wondering, and she flings herself at him. "How... how could she... What kind of magic..."

Thankfully her anger keeps her from saying too much, and realizing they need to talk about it, alone. "Is he there?"