Re: Cassandra & Sirius
She could have remained aloof - Cassandra, the celebrated Seer, the one who Saw other people's problems but didn't get involved because she was 'above' that. Instead, she scooted her chair closer and settled an arm around him, urging his head onto her shoulder in a very motherly gesture - at least, motherly to anyone else.
"He didn't want to do that but fear and situation dictated that he felt he had no choice," she kept her voice low, under the conversations of other people, under the music, just for Sirius. "Ignoring the fighting and dying just for a moment, this is... Part of growing up. It's not easy realizing your childhood friends won't always be there and sometimes you grow apart. You have to put in an effort to stay connected. It doesn't just happen."
She seemed perfectly content to ignore the fact that he was 'running his mouth.' "This is the perfect opportunity, as we look into a window we're not supposed to have, to grow and mature," her tone turned conspiratorial, "And maturing does not mean you have to stop having fun. It just means you learn how to mend hurt feelings as they arise." She had grown up too quickly herself, had picked up all those adult workings before she'd had the chance to be a child. And now she was doing it again.