"Aye, well, mum and I aren't so quick to kill werewolves." At least Dora wasn't. She knew good and well that every werewolf wasn't Remus, but the words still brought about thoughts that made her visibly shudder in her seat. Her boggart tended to bounce back and forth between three things and a dying Remus in his transformed state was one of them.
She had to force herself to focus back on the situation at hand and listen to the man talking in front of her. "That all makes sense," she admitted, though she still didn't think she counted in the 'anybody' category. But then this wasn't about her.
"The self defense sounds decent," she said, scratching her head. "But, um... well, I guess what I meant when I was talking about defending against Crucio was learning how to... dodge and block it. I'm not too keen on imaging my mum going crazy from the pain." Like the Longbottoms, she couldn't help but thinking. "Crazy runs in the family."