There were an awful lot of tears. They were dripping down a very red face and making a puddle on black robes. The dry sound of exhausted sniffing filled the small nook where the anguished student sat.
As another student cam traipsing down the stairs, the mourner rubbed a shaking sleeve across their puffy eyes in vain.
"Oh. I'm sorry – I didn't see you there."
There would only be a cracking voice if the weeper tried to speak.
"Let me help fix it."
Ron looked up at Cho who gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Let me help you."