"It was incredibly so." Her nose wrinkled slightly. "I don't know which of us got out of there faster. Good Godric." She blushed once again at the use of his name. "I can't even properly..." There was a soft, frustrated noise and she hid her face in her hand again. "More alcohol, Alphard. I need more alcohol!" It was the sound of near choking that had her look at him curiously for a moment. However, she let it drop as he started talking. There were a lot of things she let go and didn't press. "Yes. I think people usually are fairly lucky to have me. I get to be the town matchmaker. Let me tell you how difficult that is with everyone being related. Difficult. And sometimes people ignore their better senses because they want to have a good time."
There was a nod at his question. "It makes it really strange when I'm twenty-three and she's thirty-eight." Her nose wrinkled. It was unsettling to be so removed from your twin. There was more than ten years between them. Fifteen if you were being specific. "I wish we'd have been in the same house, but we were each in the right house and I like to think it helped us become more independent." She paused for a moment before answering his next question. "He was before but he hasn't done most of the things that he's notorious for. Him, his brother, and Bellatrix torture my mate Neville's parents until they go mad. They're in St. Mungo's. Well, not here. Here, they're fine. But at home." She looked down. "I survived the war, didn't I? I think that means I can kick asses. I've fought Death Eaters and I lived to tell the tale." She wrinkled her nose. "BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT! Happier topics! I'm sorry. That was terrible."