"I don't believe that. I don't think anywhere is truly, legitimately peaceful. It's something to strive for, maybe, but all those people didn't deserve to die."
He followed her to the cabinet, wondering who Trelawney was. Divination Professor, probably. Whoever she was, she'd had a real sense of the macabre. He thought he probably would have liked her.
But then Savannah was grabbing his arm and talking to him like she knew everything about him. Who was she to judge him, she didn't know anything about his life. He pulled his arm away.
"You don't get to stand there and judge me when you don't know anything about me or my life. You don't get to say that the way I live is right or wrong. And you absolutely don't get to judge the way I love people. Maybe your friends aren't enough for you, but they are for me." He turned his back to her and began to wall away. "This was a bad idea. Thanks for the walk. I'll see you around."