She chuckled, and nodded. "Yeah, you could say that," Mona admitted, taking more tissues and blowing her nose. She then sighed. "My mum always told me that I'm an emotional sponge. I pick up on everyone else's emotions and take them as my own. With the things that have been happening at the Meadows, no wonder I'm crying like this," she told Molly, sounding very logical like the Ravenclaw that she was.
"I'm not worried about my parents. They're very laid back, though I think my father's a bit annoyed with the drinking bit. My great-uncle died from being an alcoholic," she explained, shrugging. "But, they're not going to be happy with my behaviour. I honestly didn't mean to be such a problem."
Mona nodded. "Yeah, I didn't think of that at the time. Not to be disrespectful, Mrs. Weasley, but even Alex thinks that this Voldemort seems more like a story-tale monster than a real person. I know that he isn't, but it just seems so unreal that there is someone out there like that - and that could hurt so many people."
She took a chocolate biscuit and they were gooey and warm and delicious. Mona began to feel better, now that she was talking with someone who didn't feel like a threat to her relationship with Alex.
Mona sighed.
"Alex has been drinking. A lot. Since camp. I'm only telling you this because I know you'd understand and wouldn't snitch on me. Mrs. Weasley - Angelina - she tried to get this information out of me by cornering me in my bedroom the other day. I hate feeling like that. I love Alex and I don't want to tell on him, but I have to tell someone. I think he's got a problem. His hands were shaking so much after not having a drink for a couple of days. It worries me, because...I dunno. It just does."