Angie nodded. She though so. She remembered Cedric, rather fondly actually, and it had been a shock when he'd died, partly because he was only seventeen and partly because it heralded the beginning of some very dark times. She had no idea just how much his death was still affecting Cho - they'd never been so close that she'd noticed a difference in her.
"I think I understand what you mean," she replied. "It's pretty quiet her and you can be alone without really being alone." She wasn't sure if that made sense to Cho but it did to her. It could be comforting.