Dorcas smiled lightly when he commented about the train and finally looked over at him. Her smile was a little weary, but genuine. She'd always been afraid of talking about it, but John was doing a really good job of keeping her from slipping into the darkness with his quiet comments and encouragement.
She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, watching his face, wondering just how crazy he thought she was. "Why what?" she stalled for time. If he wanted to know about Voldemort... that might be a little harder for her to talk about.