She walks away from him to the back of the barren patch of failed lawn that nobody except Longbottom calls a garden. There are two spindly trees and a rickety garden shed there that provide enough cover that she can’t be seen from the windows of the house. Theo gives her a couple of minutes, then follows her. She’s wiping her face determinedly, and he starts talking seemingly at random, giving her time. "I’ve known Draco my whole life, Granger, and he’s a good man. He wasn’t a very good boy, but he had no guidance, no role model – hell, neither did I. We had to find our way on our own." He glances at her to see how she’s doing.