"She is," Astoria insisted. Her lips quirked upwards momentarily before settling back into their usual taunting smirk. "You are." She told Hermione firmly. "You're fine. You're strong. You're resilient." Astoria rocked back on her heels and stood, dusting off her dress and joining Narcissa for a smoke, filling a glass and handing it to Hermione. "Drink this," she instructed.