"You don't really understand the scope of what was felt when your parents died, do you? Of course, you wouldn't. You were so little," There had been private moments of mourning and celebrations for the defeat of Voldemort at the same time. It had been so confusing. On the other side, yes they had those little things but her friends and family were all gone, weren't they? She didn't have it in her to argue at the moment as much as she might have wanted to.
But she looked up at the mention of Sirius, narrowing her eyes slightly. So he--what? "Hold on, hold on. Slow down. Are you saying to me that Sirius isn't a murderer? I need that clarified before anything else," she insisted. Clearly, she could breathe because she was doing it just fine and he was being ridiculous. Besides, it wasn't even that bad. It just hadn't been warm enough for anything more revealing.