"I was eleven and they were fifteen. I was too small to be bothered with," she shrugged her shoulders slightly. It also explained that her fondness for them had been hero-worship. And that was what she had felt when James and Lily had died, when it had broken apart. What the Hell had happened to her silly childhood heroes?
There was still information to be given and she exhaled softly, taking it all in. "Is there a password for Gryffindor tower or have you lot convinced the Fat Lady to just let people come and go?" Jobs. There were jobs and she glanced at her fresh manicure for a moment... Oh well. Although before she split off on her own, she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Gilderoy Lockhart hasn't shown up has he?"