Hannah thought for a moment, and then stood, going to over to an old book--not particularly fancy looking or bound in leather, just a book with a yellowing dust jacket: a history of World War II. "This was one of my brother's favorites," she told Justin, bringing it to him. She opened the front cover. "I guess some important Muggle guy signed it?" She read the name and shrugged: "Winston Churchill?"
Handing him the book, Hannah sat on a couch. She could give Justin a minute before heading back to the kitchen. She wondered why he wouldn't just come in to the kitchen to spend time with her...but then again, Justin had seemed mad at her for weeks now, ever since she had left Paris. Maybe he thought she was wrong to leave Anton. Maybe he thought that they should be together? Maybe then she should really not tell him anything about Neville, just in case Justin would get angry at her.
Hannah rubbed Coco's ears. "I'm okay, I guess. I don't feel as sad, which is good. I just...wish things would get easier." That was the truth, for sure. "How are you? How do you like living by Sally! That must be fun!"