If Rory wasn't in such a state, she would have immediately recognised Daniel's awkward stillness as a sign to back off, but it was the last thing she was thinking about. Sure, she knew the Ravenclaw could be slightly awkward in social situations, but in the moment, she hadn't really connected the dots, or considered how uncomfortable she could be making the boy. The silence hadn't fully set in yet, especially through the choked sobs that seemed to sink in the air. They seemed hover around her ears, reminding her of what a joke she was. Shaking her head against Daniel's chest, her features flooded with disgust at herself.
Rory eventually felt an awkward and hesitant hand on her back, and she lingered there for a few more moments, trying to piece herself back together again. Something that had seemed impossible all day. She was sick of everything; of herself, of Hogwarts, and especially of crying. She had no idea how she was ever going to recover from today's performance; everyone had seen her break down in the common room, not to mention, everyone was so mad at her for sending Dorcas to the match without notifying anyone. Everything just seemed impossible right now. When Daniel broke the silence, she breathed out, and slowly pulled away. She kept her head down, her blonde locks falling in her face as she wiped her eyes. Looking back up at him, she swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked around, avoiding his gaze. "I wasn't -- It's just I," she paused, shaking her head weakly. "Everything has just gotten so fucked up, and I don't know what to do," she said, almost in a mumbled whisper. "Um, I wasn't feeling well," she recovered quickly, finally looking up at Daniel again, hoping that her previous statement would be completely ignored.