"I know," she said softly. "I know I could tell her. But there's a difference between writing her an owl and actually doing something. It's hard for me, just sitting around, Remus. It's not what I've been trained to do, especially when the people I love could be in danger."
She couldn't just stop the tears on cue once they'd started. Even with Remus' words they kept flowing, marring her ability to speak once more as hiccups developed. She just wrapped her arms around him and continued to sob.
There was something wrong with her. She just didn't know what to do about it. Maybe she would try writing Umbridge, but she didn't know what that would do in the long run.
"What I want to do about it is take out a bloody hit on her," she muttered through tears. "Or curse her myself."