He couldn't even begin to imagine going through what Romilda had. Tightening his arms around her, he tried to listen objectively, without thinking of Bole and what he'd do to him if he ever found the former Slytherin. There wasn't anything more he could say, really, because none of it would change what happened. And he didn't want to make Romilda remember more than she chose, but he wondered - what had happened before the two girls went into the ground? What had Bole done to them before trying to bury them alive?
No, he wouldn't ask. He would simply hold his girlfriend and let her talk, quietly trying to comfort her as he could.