Melanie: She sighed. "Sometimes, Gin, in a way, you remind me a lot of myself at your age." No, she hadn't been recovering from being a horrcrux and evil, but she remembered worrying constantly about her friends at school during seventh year. After all, she'd seen enough and lived through enough to not have a choice but to understand what adults meant when they said nothing was wrong. She was capable of laughing and joking with Evan and being upset, but there had been a side that understood everything, and that was what reminded her so much of Gin. "I think you need to breathe, Gin. I know I seem upset a lot, but that's my way of living through it. And this-this is the aftermath. There's been a lot of changes here, things that remind me of the war too much. I'm just going to need to get used to it." She probably needed serious help, but there wasn't time and she didn't know how she felt confiding things so personal to anyone other than Evan or Georgie.