Uncertain what to say about that, Bryony tried to smile sympathetically. Part of her was selfishly glad she hadn't been around when Dean was worse, she didn't think she'd have dealt with it very well. Another part - more altruistically - was glad things had improved for him, and hoped they'd continue to improve for everyone who was affected by the war. "I suppose the number of submissions you had for this show that no one is completely free of memories of that time," she said, thinking about her own submission - as well as wondering what, if anything, Marcus might have included.
She flushed slightly when Dean pointed out it was (theoretically) possible for her too to experience both words. Her parents would never understand it - or at least, her mother wouldn't. Her father had been a Ravenclaw himself and would probably have some sympathy with the desire to know more about what was out there. "I wouldn't know where to go or how to act," she admitted. She didn't mention that she didn't even have clothes. If she'd been thin, maybe she could have asked Ophelia or Astoria or someone else to lend her something, or buy something they thought might fit - but the difficulty of finding something to fit her continually turned her away from involving anyone else in the solution of that particular problem.