Ari's expression shifted a little at the reminder of that particular year, though she opted not to comment on it. It had been a dark, dirty year and she wasn't sure all the pardons in the world were going to make up for everything that had happened while Snape had been headmaster.
Exhaling, she nodded slightly. "She's probably ..." Ari gestured vaguely upward to indicate the infirmary - or more specifically, the room Ashley and Ben shared above the infirmary. "Are you ..." she licked her lips before she swung her eyes completely to him. "Staying here, for a bit, or ... home?"
She'd opted to stay; she had camp in August, and there didn't seem much of a point in renting a place for a few weeks. Not when she had a perfectly good room here. Reaching out, she took his hand to squeeze it lightly. "It'll work out," she decided. "One way or the other. It isn't like we've never fought back before, right? If she pushes, we'll push back." Her eyes sparkled with a bit of her impulsive impishness, though it was tempered by the sorrow of the occasion.