Some days I feel like Lovegood is the only person at Camp Black who really sees me. She's clearly nuts (and far too trusting and kind towards a Death Eater and murderer who certainly killed some people she liked or was at least well acquainted with), but she fucking sees me. Even without knowing all of my private motives, she seems to appreciate the effort I put into getting here after so many years. She understands how big the risk was and sympathizes with the fear I endured. But above all, she recognizes the significance of the act itself.