Savannah laughed. "Stop thinking of it like their sex life. That might be a good start. In fact, stop thinking of it at all." Although she knew that Jamie would rather think of that then the rest, and that said all that needed to be said on who James Potter was.
"I know. They are so nice." She supposed that when you die at twenty-one who don't have the time to become bitter, unless you are Harry Potter and that generation. "I'll do you one better. I'll make sure to randomly hug them when you are present. You can watch it happen right in front of you."
She nodded. "I did. Trust me,I'm not diminishing my Quidditch achievements, but the castle doesn't seem to care. Everyone else seems terribly tormented inside, with emotional traumas and insecurities. Roxanne and I are the only exceptions and she's a Weasley. It's like the castle wants the most sensational wireless show and people are picked to create the most drama, and then there's me. Maybe it thought that I'd pitch a fit, have a major fight with you. It did cross my mind for about a second and then-" She shrugged. "If this had been a few years ago, maybe, but now, it's a little too late and extremely useless when we're stuck in this future. I don't even know if we can get back what we had, especially because I wouldn't want it just because there's no one better or you don't trust anyone else."