Oh dear. She's actually crying. I hover uncertainly, wondering whether to sit down next to her and comfort her, or go and have dinner. She obviously doesn't want me here, but I can't just leave her...
"There's no need to get so childish," I sigh, wondering how the Sneak has managed to make me feel so guilty. (I'm not a bad person! She's the one who betrayed us all by running to Umbridge.) "Do you... do you want me to take you to Madam Pomfrey? She's the matron," I add, in case she's forgotten that too.