"I get being persistent, I do. But there comes a time when you have to give up, or it'll drive you crazy. Knowing you can't have something and still going after it is not healthy," Reg said. It wasn't like she was trying to discourage Duke from what he thought would make him happy, but she didn't want to see him keep going after something he would never get and eventually would make him miserable. He was her friend, even if they'd taken a strange route to get there, and she cared about him.
"Well that's what happens when you leave a journal open to the entire Compound. You really should learn to ward, you know."
Leaning over into his arm, she laid her head against his chest. "I am not related to Harry Potter," she said. "First of all, he's a girl in my world. Secondly, I died before he was even born. It doesn't count. But I do like dancing. Who's the other bloke you were talking, to, do you know? Which Harry was it? I've not spoken to all of them, but I've spoken to most."