Victoire embraced him tightly and warmly, keeping silent as his tear-stained face lay buried in her yellow hair. His breathing was shaky, and she had no idea what happened. It hurt her to know that he had been wronged. She stood there for a moment, letting her embrace reassure him that everything was fine. "It's alright; I'm here," She murmured, wanting to make everything okay. Looking up as she brought her head from his shoulder, she brushed a few strands of raven hair from his face as she studied his face. "What happened?" She asked, her tone most motherly. In short, she was asking who she would have to hunt down and hex as soon as possible.