"Indeed," Melinda said quietly, setting her book on the table and picking up her sandwich. She spent a lot of her time trying not to think about those headaches, to be honest. Speaking of which, she made a note to hammer out when her first lesson with Professor Snape ought to be, and whether Marek wanted to come.
"Much the same," she said, giving him a smile that was pleasant, but bland. Thinking about this made her mind churn with betrayal and upset, but anger had burned off all but the most potent of it, turning it into rage. Still, she gave no outward sign. This was not the time or place to express her thoughts on what she wanted to do with certain traitors. Of course, knowing her luck something else had happened entirely and she'd just missed it. Ugh.