"Why does it feel like hell?" she asked curiously. It probably wasn't an appropriate question considering they were still strangers but Astoria really wanted to know what it was like. She'd never asked another muggle before and here was her chance to find out. If he even told her anything of use, which she doubted. She stood there, studying Evan, waiting for a reply. It didn't really matter whether her words offended him or not. He'd never make a difference in her life. As far as Astoria was concerned he didn't have the power to."So you're an optimist?" Astoria quirked a brow. She wasn't really an optimist herself. She was cynical and careful, more than someone her age had a right to be.