Penelope turned around, and she was surprised to see, of all people here at this time. “Oh, hi Harry. It’s fine.” She looked at him closely, he wasn’t wearing the smile he usually wore these days, he looked troubled. It wasn’t really surprising after everything he’d been through.
“You look troubled.” She said casually. She was worried, sure, but she didn’t want to sound too emotional. “You can join me if you want.
Harry nodded and walked over to the railing where she was standing. He looked over the ledge and down at the silent grounds. Even though he was there for the battle, it was hard for him to believe that months ago people were fighting for their lives in this same spot.
“I just haven’t been sleeping well.” He said quietly. “I’ve been having constant nightmares about the war and stuff.”