He rolled his eyes at her continued assaults on everything he had to say. This was really getting irritating. "Pansy, there are how many of us left? No one is going to stand by and let you get killed off, no matter how much they hate you. Except maybe Avery and Umbridge, but they don't count right now because they're fucking insane," he told her bluntly.
"You wouldn't get what it was even if I tried to explain it to you. But its something from my... imagination lets put it," he told her, trying as long and hard as humanly possible to leave his infatuation with muggle comic books out of this whole arrangement. He was well aware that he wouldn't hear the end of it and it drove him crazy just thinking about it.
Greg watched as the panic started to creep into her voice again, and really wanted to just shake her. Walking over to the sofa he sat down and put his face in his hands for a moment before running them through his hair and looking at her. "Come sit down. There's no reason to even start trying to cast one if you're freaking out." He patted the sofa next to him as he tried to sort out a happier memory she could maybe chose.
"You know," he started, "You don't always have to come up with a happy memory. You can also make up a happy thought and use that. So if you can't think of something in your past that makes you just blaze happy, then think of something you want in the future, or that just always makes you smile." He shrugged, hoping maybe this small bit of advice would help in some way. If not, then they could start working on other happy memories that she maybe couldn't remember.