"Prudence," she says softly in return, watching the crow rather than making direct eye contact. There are an awful lot of cats around, but the bird is fearless.

Despite the somberness of the situation, she can't help but quirk a small smile in response to Cedric's reminiscence. Closets.
"He wouldn't dare," she murmurs in quiet humor, shaking her head at the ground. "He pushed me in the pond once, when we were little. I don't remember, but... he said it was around the time he decided to look after me, instead."

A brusque little snort follows, but still fond: "he got in less trouble that way."