Glenda did not have it in her to argue right now. The wizarding world had essentially ended and she was faced with a callous little thing claiming to be Harry Potter who expected her to just accept it and move on. She wanted to punch him in the damned face but she had grown heavy and her emotions were... complicated at the moment, to say the least.
"It's... a mix of sorrow and relief," she wiped at her cheeks, very careful with her nails, "Everything is gone and at the same time, someone I was... fond of is back. I don't reckon he noticed me much - James, that is. I was a little slip of a girl and they were all-important teenagers. But in Gryffindor house, it was near impossible not to like him, his friends, Lily."
The corners of her mouth turned up for a moment but whatever she'd been thinking, she kept to herself. Not everything had to be said aloud even if her career had been built on talking endlessly.