Analisa couldn't help but laugh softly at Albus's technique. "Oh, be careful," she said softly as he managed to pour the tea without incident.
"Something like that," she mused, staring into her cup, which was still quite hot. "More like I've been through too much, and... I'm almost afraid to be myself again. Or how I can't think of having to ward my shoppe or keep my wand on me lest anything dangerous should happen to me." She sighed. "The thing that I hate most is that I feel like something was taken away from me."