Demelza closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Her chest hurt from fear and grief for a girl she barely knew, her eyes hurt from crying and she was just exhausted from all of it. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out of it.
"Safe?" Demelza repeated as if it were part of some unknown language. "None of us are safe Neville, not while we're here. We've never been safe here. Every year something happens, something horrible and scary. Even Harry Potter can't protect us this time. People are losing magic like crazy. You, me, about a dozen others. Eventually he'll just be picking us off one by one like stupid little animals."
"I'm not stupid enough to think that he would stop killing if I gave myself up," Demelza said slowly though she had given the idea a lot of thought "but I don't want to be his reason for killing, I don't want to get anyone else killed." She sighed again.
"I... thanks, Nev, for putting up with me." she said softly.