"Oh love, I'm sorry." Alice reached over, squeezing Hannah's hand. "I know it's not much comfort, but I can tell you that being angry, and wishing for things to be different - that's natural, and whatever you feel, it's not wrong, ever." Alice had been through this, though she'd been a little older than Hannah. She'd lost her parents, and her brother. That had been a long time ago, but she remembered how much it hurt. Somehow though, Hannah just seemed so much younger than Alice thought of herself as being, when it happened, even if it wasn't true. She supposed it was because Hannah was the same age as Neville.
She reached into a pocket of her jacket, coming up with a little packet of tissue and handing one to Hannah. "Sometimes, it helps to be with family, but if you don't want to go tonight, then you don't have to," she promised.