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Dedalus swallowed roughly leaning back into his chair as he watched the scene play out before him. He knew it wasn't anything personal but--

Okay, it was a little personal because he had been the one to tell him about Miranda, so of course he was going to get the brunt of the yelling and the frustration. He tried to keep eye contact, but couldn't help but take a look around as people began to 'shush' them and stare because of what Ralph was saying.

It wasn't until he started talking in lower tones did Dedalus turn his full attention back to him, leaning in a bit to get a better listen, his jaw clenching a bit as he took in each word that was being said. Suddenly, Dedalus wasn't worried at all about Miranda and Ralph, but was only concerned about what had happened with the Death Eaters. Dedalus remained quiet for a moment, staring down at the spot on the table, trying to get everything straight in his head before he turned back to his friend, now more solemn than he had been before.

"I'm sorry about your parents, Ralph. I really am. If there's ever anything I can do, just...I don't know, I'll do what I can."

He could do a lot more than Ralph knew, but it wasn't like he could tell him that. He couldn't tell anyone about the Order, and it was just...it was hard. He understood that.