Dale/Jamie
Dale had hung back at the memorial. He had attended out of respect for the dead and also because he had lived with Jamie and Sirius and he wanted to be there as a friend if they needed him. Because it was at times like these that you really knew who your friends were and he wouldn't fall at the first hurdle.
He talked to a few of the castle civilians he had gotten to know during his time here and when he finally spotted Jamie alone for a short while, he excused himself and went over to give his condolences.
"I'm really sorry about your parents," he said simply, knowing that none of that spiel about 'going to a better place' was true. Or helpful. "I know I've not been around much as a friend since I moved to Hogwarts but if you ever want to get a drink, or one of those fake-drinks at Haven, then let me know."
Dale paused, replaying what he'd said in his head. Was he really so used to flirting that he'd done it unintentionally? At a funeral? Christ.
"That isn't a come-on or..." He rubbed his chin and smiled. "As friends. Obviously. When my grandmother died everyone being so upset around me almost made it worse. So if you need to get away from it all then I'm on the same floor as Snape and your brother."