Wheezing, Ashley reached up and closed her hand around the cool surface of her locket. She then concentrated on her bond with Sirius and Remus. Slowly but surely, she calmed down as she felt the unbridled love the men held for her. The subconscious comfort their souls offered was enough for her. She finally came to and raised her head, surveying the reactions of those that witnessed her little episode. Thankfully, no one but her friends seemed to have paid attention since the feast had started while she was out of it. Neville, Maia, and Dominic were staring at her with wide-eyed concern while the twins were each holding one of her hands. She took note of Moko’s panic and murmured in Parseltongue, letting him rub against her cheek. The Marauders in the other Houses kept glancing at her, silently asking if she was okay or not. She smiled reassuringly at each one and turned to Mitchelle. The distress written on the Hufflepuff’s face perfectly mirrored Alyssa’s. Of course they had recognized Kyra as well.