She said, "I thought of you, I remembered that you were kind -" she sounded small, miserable and he bit down on the pain in his chest. He pushed away the sudden memory of how that horrific wedding of hers had left him breathless with panic and how, as her marriage wore on, the tugging had increased in frequency and intensity until it was a constant ache. He had imagined her leaning into Potter confiding what an absolute useless pile of shit her husband was and had envied him bitterly. 