Dragged. She was practically being dragged over to the Gryffindor table by West. It was not attractive and she stopped resisting after a while, but made faces at him anyway because it was fun and she could.

Once there, Dora wiggled her hand out of his grasp and promptly took her rightful seat beside Alice, scooping up the Captain's hand and lacing their fingers together, visibly relaxing as if everything that happened before this moment was erased from memory. There. Perfect.

She didn't need to say anything, right? Right. They didn't have to talk. She'd just sit here and smile and silently enjoy the company of her best friend.