She’d seen the article that afternoon and was happy it was still holiday break, because if there had been all the students there still, it would have been the only thing anyone wold have been talking about. As it was, there were enough students that it was being talked about still - just not as in-ever-corner as it might have been otherwise.
Of course everyone knew who Lovegood had meant.
She watched for him during the day, and didn’t manage to see him, and then Pomona had had to run out for something and she’d kept an eye on the Hufflepuffs for a bit just in case, but it was after curfew now, and since she still hadn’t seen him she headed to the dungeons and, after having to ask a few portraits how to find it, knocked at the door to his private rooms.
She was a bit afraid he was breaking things in anger or something, and really didn’t want to have to stitch him up again.