This was no fun. She could understand why he was being guarded with her. She was an unknown element, or perhaps an element he thought he knew. She was a Slytherin in the IS, hardly the most impartial to be on rounds with. Regan’s eyes darted about the hall. So far they hadn’t run into any trouble or really anyone at all. It was fairly disappointing.
“On occasion it’s all shite? That’s true. I doubt you can look back on a war or feminine with any fondness, but if you can look back it still means you survived.” If he wasn’t going to say it she was, in her own way. She hated when people didn’t finish their thoughts. She couldn’t understand what they were thinking if they didn’t spit it out. “I hope you do as well. I hope we all do.” Maybe then people will stop whining about everything.
“Well, thank you.” Minus her family falling apart around her, or her brother probably lying in a ditch somewhere or her father being half mad from prison and her mum too scared to do anything about anything. Other than that… “I was made prefect which is something I always wanted. I haven’t blown myself up in one of my classes so I always consider that a success. There are some things I would change but isn’t that the way it always is?”