"Music I can do," Millicent said. "Maybe." She thought about her favourite song, a ridiculous Spanish thing her cousin's teased her for liking. In Spain that was as mainstream as you could get, stupid lyrics and a silly beat, but for her, who only somewhat understood the lyrics it was brilliant. At least for this.
She did a bit more spinning. Slower, more careful now. The yarn came out thick and thin, a bit overspun and curling here and there. Still, it was her first time.
When he asked the question she immediately fucked it all up, letting go a little too quickly. "Fuck," she said. "That's -" She hesitated. "When you don't have a lot of room. And you have to share a room and there's not enough floor for two beds. Tell anyone that's what I'm used to and I will tell them about the knitting. And the spinning. And then some."
She wasn't sure why it was such a big deal for her. It was automatic, hiding her blood and her lack of money. Being a Slytherin it felt necessary. Less now than when she was younger and didn't want to stick out in a crowd but it was there all the same.
"We all have our secrets, yeah?" she said. "You've got your spinning, I've got my single mum working three jobs and sharing a bedroom the size of a broom closet with my sister. Well, not now, but growing up."
It wasn't even half of her secrets, but it was all she was going to give him. Possibly ever.