Diana accepted the embrace gladly, apparently too stopped up with her tears to notice the stench still wafting off her friend. She threw her arms around James's middle, seeing how he was a touch too tall for her to get her arms around his shoulders without stretching up for them, and for a long moment, she held him that way, sniffling into his chest -- still apparently insensible to the smell which had bothered her so much before...
But at long last she broke away, as she heard her other nocturnal flatmate start out of his room for the "day." "Oh God, I'm sorry, sweet... I really am...! I mean, the Longbottoms were such GOOD PEOPLE, you know?" She sniffled again, and rubbed her face on her own sleeve, trying to wipe away the tears that were still flowing freely from her eyes. "I mean... they didn't DESERVE to DIE LIKE THAT! Maybe if they hadn't had so many encounters with the Dark Lord Himself, they would have been -- spared... I mean, like I was...! I mean, ALICE was pretty enough, at least...!"