Marlene peered over at Peter's basket. He had come more prepared than she had and her sandwich seemed a little boring in comparison. "What do you have in there anyway?" She asked. "You can have half of my roast beef sandwich if you want," She offered, "in the interest of sharing."
She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt and curled her legs to the side. "Well it was a bit dusty and that needed correcting. Plus things were very disorganized. I want to be able to just run and grab things in an instance, not have to think about where it might be. Organization is key in an infirmary. So I've set it up like Mungo's."
When she heard his sigh she looked up to meet his gaze for a moment, watching as he worried his lip and spoke his truth. She was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in and settle before she spoke a single word.
"I believe you," she said to start. "I read a lot about it. A lot of what was said at trials and the reports and all of it. It just took me a while to get through it. It was an awful lot and a lot of less than great details." She explained briefly.
"I'd like to know one thing though. I'd rather hear it from you," she said thoughtfully. "I could ask Lily or James or Sirius or Remus. I'm sure they know. But I want to know why. Why you did what you did. Is that okay to ask?"