Mandy felt so bad for both him and Lavender. She reached out, touching his hand gently before linking her fingers in front of her. It couldn't be easy losing a child and she couldn't even begin to understand what it was that they were going through. Looking around, she scanned the crowd, wondering if Lavender would come. Part of her felt that they should be going through this together but she really didn't know the details of the situation and didn't know what was said and all that. She knew, personally, that hateful things could be said in heated and emotional situations. Her thoughts drifted to Drew, and she sighed, rubbing her forehead, wearily. It was really all too much. Part of her hoped for Roger and her but she believed that they were done. The past was... the past and while Harry might thing you could pick up, Mandy wasn't so sure she believed any of it.
Somewhat startled when his arms fell around her waist, she looked up, brow furrowed as he started talking. She didn't like people touching her. It was something that had grown over the years. She felt a bit uncomfortable with it but she was sure it was because she kept to herself and, well, the recent attacks on her person hadn't helped the situation. She stiffened a bit, glancing around the crowd. She really wasn't aware if people knew of their history but she'd prefer it if rumors weren't started.
However, when he started talking, she couldn't help but listen. It was possibly the nicest and most selfless thing she'd ever heard come out of Roger Davies mouth. She loved Roger, she really did, but that didn't make her less aware of his faults. He was very much selfish and self-involved. He'd been like that since he was a boy. But, he was kind and caring and he'd always been there for her, even when she'd broken his heart. Course, Roger always could come up with a good apology. He'd always been good at making her forgive him. No matter what. Still, she was reminded of her fifth year when he'd followed her around the castle, begging her to forgive him for their kiss, her first.
"Roger," she said, trying to find the right words. He always did have a way of making her feel a bit tongue-tied. "It meant something to me, too," she said, not quite able to meet his gaze. "If he'd cared more... he'd have stuck around to fight for us. But he left." She shrugged, trying not to feel the vice of pain grip around her heart.