[That, she doesn't know. But when did he ever find out she'd been tortured? That isn't something she shares, either. So she bottles the memories buried in the nightmares, drowns them out with potions she lies about brewing and taking, throws herself into the sky and into work. And she doesn't say a damn thing; all smiles, but today pushed that to the extreme and when midnight hit, it all punched her in the gut.
So he's right. She wasn't feeling this bad before because she'd had her birthday and new friends. Then Remus arrived, young and oblivious to the future he's going to lead, and she can't tell him any of it. Ginny takes the offered wine and tucks herself as small as possible into the corner of the sofa and blinks tears from her lashes as she takes a deep drink and grimaces but keeps going. She swipes her thumb at her eyes again.]
No. [Then, with weak teasing,] But thanks for not kicking me out.
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So he's right. She wasn't feeling this bad before because she'd had her birthday and new friends. Then Remus arrived, young and oblivious to the future he's going to lead, and she can't tell him any of it. Ginny takes the offered wine and tucks herself as small as possible into the corner of the sofa and blinks tears from her lashes as she takes a deep drink and grimaces but keeps going. She swipes her thumb at her eyes again.]
No. [Then, with weak teasing,] But thanks for not kicking me out.