"Fiction, eh? Anything good? I don't mind books, they just gotta be far away from the realm of academia. I can only handle so much smart stuff. Too much info and the rest might come pouring out my ear, trying to make room," he joked, knowing full well that wasn't how learning worked, but it was a funny picture regardless.
Following her lead easily enough, he looked around at the rows of small houses now far ahead of them, wishing that he had been placed in one of them but knowing that would have been silly. He had an actual room, and actual home back at the Three Broomsticks. Finn loved his family too death as well, but hell, he was about to be seventeen and wanted some freedom. The other students didn't know how different it was for him having his parents right at his front door while theirs were miles away.
Then again, right now, he felt selfish for thinking that as well. Most hadn't seen their parents since school started at this point, and barely heard from them due to the quarantine. Finn had no idea how that felt, and Megan's words certainly spoke to that fact.
"Yeah... it's always been home. I'm a bit spoiled in that regard, I guess. I don't have to wonder what's going on in the outside world with my family, because they're all right here. But... guess that makes me worry in other ways too. They're just as susceptible to all the danger we are. Can't decide what's worse, having them close and possibly in danger, or never seeing them, and constantly wondering what's going on with them on the outside." Sighing he shrugged a little. "But I suppose there's no sense in really comparing, right? Either way, it sort of blows."