Ok so that wasn't very attractive, but then none of this was. Murder wasn't. Death wasn't. He remembed all too well the feeling of his father dying, his mother falling apart. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he lost her too. To- Dora, had lost both in the space of a year. He didn't even want to think about that.
Sitting next to her, though it was highly unprofessional, he put an arm around her, moving her until she was sitting in a way that seemed somewhat comfortable.
'We'll find out what happened, Dora,' he said softly. 'And I know I'm supposed to tell you it gets better with time, but it doesn't. It does get more manageable though, and you still have Lupin,' he reminded her. Was it horrible that he was starting to get tired of comforting people by now? Why could things just get better. Once. For a while, a few weeks, anything but these constant murders and deaths and war.