That should have been the end of it. She should have just stood and left like any normal person would after saying their piece. But she didn’t, instead, she sat there leaning back in her chair, her legs crossed and a beer in her hand. There was no reason to stay, but she felt no rush to leave. She felt bad for the man who sat next to her, and upon noticing an empty cup, she ordered him another.
“I think you make yourself unnecessarily miserable, but I suppose it’s all part of that tortured death eater act, yeah?” She said, swigging again from her beer.