Romilda tried to process it all as quickly as possible. Neville had been attacked? By werewolves? That was scary. And if he was a werewolf and...
Wait. He left Dem?! Romilda's eyes flashed in anger. How could anyone leave Dem? Romilda didn't understand that. When you were hurt and scared you were supposed to have the people you loved around you.
She wanted to get up that minute and go punch Neville in his nose. Instead she swallowed back her angry words and hugged her best friend tighter. "I'm sorry, Dem. I really am."