The bushy-haired witch looked at her best friend, heart beating rapidly with uncertainty. "Ron—" she began but found her throat constricting with pent-up emotion, forcing her to stop. Seeing Ron with her child brought back the memories of a past that was torn from the two of them. Trying again, she cleared her throat as she spread her hands over the blanket covering her lap. "I don’t know what to say," she admitted.