While Morag grabbed her second piece Sally-Anne was still on her first. She chewed the crust slowly as she silently observed her friend. She didn't look like she'd fall over at any moment, which was good. She didn't look particularly pleased considering her huge accomplishment but maybe that would come after some sleep. At the rate she was finishing the beer it wouldn't be long.
"Maybe she did," she said with a shrug. "Maybe she wanted to be a martyr, to rally the troops. It's not unheard of. There is a certain set of Muggles in the Middle East that believe killing themselves and others will get them into heaven a hero. People do stupid things to prove a point, she could be one of them. That or she's a stupid murdering bint."
"Paperwork is my work, love. It's harder than it should be when rebellious shits spread lies overseas. They don't know what it was like before, why these measures are necessary. The thing that annoys me most is look at the Middle East! Places in Africa and Asia! We have a central government that doesn't oppress, these spoiled shits don't even know what oppression is. Sorry, got on a bit of a rant there. Hand me another slice."