Her face crumbled, and Remus didn’t think twice about his actions. He untied the ribbon holding her plait in place before he rearranged them both on the couch. Twice in the last twenty-four hours, he was reminded of her third year, and when he held her as she cried into his chest, this time, she sat in his lap, every inch of her body pressed against his as he ran his fingers through her hair. 