When he took the opportunity to start talking about death she was surprised, and somewhat pleased. Not quite the response she'd been expecting, but far better than him changing his mind about eating with her. "It's not always been easy for me either, you saw me after mum passed, but I'm in a much better place with it now. Although it's always a bit different with someone you're close to." She had dropped the professional mask, but her smiles were still soft and on the gentle side.
"I don't tend to think of death like a spectre hanging over me most of the time. Sometimes it feels like it, but usually it's just something I know will happen. I know enough to know I don't want to be a ghost, and a decent sketch of what I'd like my death care to look like, but that's pretty unusual in your 20s unless you're in the industry or really ill," she said. "Being surrounded by death reminds me to live me life as much in line with my wishes as possible." None of her jobs were very lethal, and although Quidditch was rather more dangerous, medical supervision generally meant it wasn't likely to be lethal either. Harrison's take seemed to be relatively positive as far as things went, and she filed it away for future reference. She glanced around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation and uncomfortable, but nobody seemed to have noticed.