As we sat down on the chairs I had prepared for the occasion, a round table creating a barrier between me and her, I greeted her and thanked her for deciding to meet me. She simply nodded and I started my story: I spared no details and as I kept going her eyes got wider and wider, surprise leaving her features to give space to shock and horror. When I got to the end I noticed she had started crying - in all fairness, I had too - and she looked at Theo for confirmation: he nodded,  a bitter smile darkening his traits, but then Pansy, surprising us both, got to her feet and hugged me so tight as we kept crying in each other’s arms. It was the first moment of true comfort I experienced since Hermione died, and I basked in it, never wanting it to end.