Fletcher felt a little happier as Pansy wrapped her arms around him. "Death Eater business," he said quietly. "We had a prisoner escape recently...only he is convinced she is a good person and kept asking quite a lot of questions." He wrinkled his nose a little. "I told him I was stressed out...and that I would prefer if we let it drop for the time...and he got upset with me."
He curled a little closer to her. "He cried, Pansy. I...I cannot deal with a crying Tibby."