Lia reached for her beer, absently giving her glass a spin between her hands, before taking a drink. "What if Fred had died when you two were forty? A heart attack, right in the stock room. Or at sixty, from a Quidditch...injury thing. If there is one--and I do mean if--remote silver lining, it's that you're young, and when you're young, you're trying to figure out who you are, period. My Muggle friends are all in university, trying to figure out themselves and their future. We're not supposed to know yet, but we at least can be free to try."