His calmness helped bring her back from the verge of tears, and she sniffled and tried not to feel any more mortified than she already did. This was mad. She'd never broken down like this in her life, not even under the pressure of her NEWTs.
"We're all pretty great," she managed, wiping her eyes. "I know you didn't mean to leave me out. I don't even know what everyone said, but my maman--" She stopped. The last thing she wanted to do was make anyone think her mother had done this on purpose. Victoire was the unstable one. She was the one who'd cracked. "I just don't want you to blame me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."