"A hot shrek-kind-of-girl," she clarified, proud of him for knowing the film. Muggle films were still one of her great loves. The wizarding world didn't have anything to compare with it, not really.
She grabbed his hand at that, squeezing his hand tightly because she knew what it meant to him. She hated Diggory. Had wished him dead a thousand times but he was Cedric's father. Cedric who was also murdered and who had meant so much to Robbie. It was one thing for Diggory to die, it was another for him to go out like his son. It couldn't be easy for Robbie. It was probably like scraping at an old wound and while she hated the man she adored Robbie and if he was hurting that meant something to her. "Decades. Including two time when the same dark lord took over. They were apart of that and you weren't. That has to count for something." Not that she had much faith in politics. "Of course you checked," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're ridiculous. I'll think you'll look nice with gray hair. Distinguished."
"It was an absolute shit hole," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders, "but it was my shit hole." Al didn't need much. All of her possessions she could fit into one suit case. There was a reason she could bounce around so easily. "We're not going to do anything. You've already done enough and I owe you as is. I'm crashing on a few couches, it will do until I can get some cash saved up. Thank you though, it means a lot," she said softly, not comfortable with accepting help, let alone saying thanks. Few friends seemed to be there, she took notice of the ones that were.