Sally turned herself on the couch so that she was no longer forward, but instead was facing Justin. For some reason, sitting on a couch - regardless of the fact that it was in a public store - felt very intimate. The sort of place you could have such a deep conversation.
Her fingertips played nervously with the hem of her knee length plaid skirt. Sally hated to imagine not having any choice at all in the matter. "Did you..." She paused, not sure what she was asking. "Did you fight in the final battle?" To be honest, she was sure that he had. So many people had stood up to fight then, even those who might not have done so in the past. Sally, on the other hand, fled the moment she could.
Sally felt a heat of colour rise to face at the same time she heard someone speak her name. Her full name, no less. She glanced up to see a middle-aged witch standing in the doorway of the mock sitting room. Sally pulled herself to her feet. "Mrs. Merriweather," she said, immediately taking steps to cross over to the woman to shake hand. "What a pleasure it is to see you."