It's 5.00am and they're in Liverpool, with a whole bunch of others, just back from a mission in Sussex. Lupin and Charlie are making toast and tea in the kitchen, but she’d stepped outside into the still dark to breathe. To clear her head. Neville had nearly died, tonight. And Luna, and Malfoy, and she’d healed Luna’s burns and everyone else had been fine, but it still seems too close.  